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All:

If anybody wants to go absolutely sicko-nutty-whacko-bang-head-on-the wall-eat-froot-loops-in-gin insane, this is the thread in which he or she can do it!    Our experience in the assemblies entitles us!   This is an illogical step away from earlier threads called "the venting page" and "planned randomness".

Maybe you have no words with meaning and just want to type symbols until you're tired out.  Fine.   If the inmates run the asylum things will probably be OK.

I know that I myself have probably very little excuse compared to many in wanting just to run amok. 

If you are wanting to be certifiable (at least on this board), this is a safe way to express it.  There are some who have written that the book of Relevation was comparable to a really bad psychadelic trip.  While I do not subscribe to that, and have never been on a psychadelic trip, I have been christened "helmet boy" a number of times (no, I didn't play football).

Let's bounce off the walls!

Matt   

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Matt Sciaini

I'm very confused about this thread and what it is really all about. There are a lot of "ha ha ha's"
and smiley faces which appear to have been put there for no purpose at all. This is counter-productive and let me explain why. A contortionist once told me that negative energy is supplied
by unknown mediums which are really solids, but in reality are liquids in a gaseous state. These are compelled by frozen irridiation to compactly refute the formulation of the non-hindered foibles of
freedom to initiate this cosmic mystery involved within the brain of Julia Child's grandson.

Another aspect of this can be considered when we diagnose the symmetric patterns of quagnotric
manifestations in the cognitive memory of source supplies demonstrated in fundic foundation when
the temperature is conducive to wave length chronology in resolute states of sluices found nowhere.

I hope you will consider this because it is an truly important part of the phantasm called into play by
iconoclasms of fortune through much meditation of mentors of manipulation in the nether regions of
your memory--though often confused with the nurture of nemesis called "beacon ampleness" as recently as 1933 by Curly of the 3 Stooges.

Thank You for listening and I hope that clears things up a bit. If you have an alternate opinion please feel free not to post it.

Joe, I notice you don't cite your sources.  You really should check your facts more closely.  E.g., it was not Julia Child's grandson, but Julia Roberts' child nephew.

al ;)

(sung to the tune of "walking in a winter wonderland")

Sirens ring, are you listening?
In the lane, metal's glistening.
A wonderful sight, and down for a fight,
Hangin' in a ghetto wonderland

Gone away, are the po-lice
Here to stay, are the homies
Turned out in full gear, and causing such fear
Watchin' in their ghetto wonderland

In the alley we can jump a recruit
Hit him many times until he falls down
"Am I in?" he asks, and we say, "no, man"
You gotta shoot someone to prove you're down

Later on we'll conspire
To set the neighborhood on fire
As it goes up in flames, the white man's to blame
The devil of the ghetto wonderland

Note:  I don't actually do any of these things.  I just enjoy taking meaningless holiday songs and twisting them totally inside out.
How much meaning would "Walking in a Winter Wonderland" have to someone in Congo, or in Fiji? 

I know that Assembly was somewhat weird about Christmas, but the facts are the facts:  Christmas is a big fat mixture of all sorts of things.  It is good that we have such a time of year, for some people are as open as they will ever be to the gospel around this time.  Snow is beautiful in its place, but what does it have to do with the birth of Christ?  As much as Christ and Saturn have to do with one another. (can you say "Constantine?)

Matt

The First Bar of Gold (The First Noel)

           The first bar of gold that Georgie did take
                           Was from certain poor people who worked very hard
                                          In fields where they gleaned from morning til night
                                                          Where he threw them some morsels and put them to sleep                                             
                                                                       Bars of Gold, Bars of GoldBars of Gold, of Gold                                                                               
                                                                                        Large is the stash that he has in his hold.

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 :D                                                                                                                      ;D
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 :D                                                                                                                      ;D
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 :D                                                                                                                      ;D
 :D                                                                                                                      ;D
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UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH    DUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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I'm having my own party but you're all invited.

This is what happens when ability and desire to communicate ebb.

Ignorance of the idiots is no excuse.

Ignoring idiots can be a big mistake.

Padded walls are blessed things.

A cold war can be far worse than an actual attack or battle.  In a state of war one has the mindset of battle and preparedness thereof.   In a cold war the object, strategies and desired outcomes are far harder to quantify. 

                                   
                                           
                                          
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certifiable, (SURT-uh-FI-uh-bul), noun,  One who has W A Y too much time on her hands.

                   
                           Cabin Fever Comes Early                                                 

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                     :D                                                              :D



Certifiable: Buried under 10 inches of snow. 

Had more after that. Overpass closed for ice.

Admit it, Al. You're jealous.  :P    After having a 3.5 hour trip home on Thursday I deserve a break. Look, I hung the lights and fed the cat. Leave me alone. I shoveled snow.

Do you want me to go on outreach? Afternoon meeting? Pre-prayer? I went to church today. Fed the cat. Hung the lights. Shoveled snow. Leave me alone.

Now I'm making baskets with my friends. Meine Freunden sind Smiley, Winky, Cheesy, Grinny, Angry, Sad, Shocked, Cool, Huh, Roll Eyes, Tongue, Embarrassed, Lipsealed, Undecided, Kiss Kringle, Cry Ringle, and last but NOT least, Evil Single.

Look, I'm happy.  We're happy.   :D  I'm rejoicing! We're rejoicing!  ;D   Are you rejoicing? 

  :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :P :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D

I vacuumed, hung the lights, fed the cat, did the dishes. Leave me alone. You're jealous of my artwork.

Hey, want to buy some baskets? We can weave your name in. What are your favorite colors?
Pick from the colors we have in our list below:
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I like it! Adds a bit of color and spice in keeping with the festive season.
Can you make reindeer?  :)
Verne

You're right, of course.  Ever since they took away all my pencils, pens and scissors and started feeding me through a slot in the door, I have been bored out of what little mind I have.

If only I had the talent and patience to create computer art, I could be blissfully happy...

But every time I get all my santas in a row, a little Mrs PacMan comes along and gobbles them up.  OOOOooooohh, that Mrs PacMan!!!  If I were Mr PacMan I'd file for divorce!  Hey, Mario-- can your brothers help me out here?

Hey, here's a guy I remember from my pre-assy days in the pentecostal church:

                                                >:D

                          The pastor called him Satan Clause!

Anyway, yeah-- I'm jealous!  I wish I knew how to make my lettering look like this!  That would be so cool!

Or if I could make my little smiley santas go across the page like this:


That would be awesome!  Oh well...  Some people get all the brains and talent!  The rest of us can only look on in awe.

                     I gotta go now.  My lunch is coming through the door...

Al,

We can't all be artists, but you are still a valuable person.

Ask 'em for a Magic Marker. They smell real good.    >:D

But don't taste too good... :D

Verne! Well I never! Are you in here, too?   :o   :)

Do you know Al's room number? Maybe we can grab his food before they serve it to him.  8)  All I'm getting to eat are crayons.

The brothers
The brothers                         

If the door to the board room isn't shut, and if offering is done being counted.   ::)

If GG isn't around, for who can compete with his yell (PRAISE THE LORD!)?!!!!! >:(

But whatever..........

Let's bounce off the cyberspace walls some more!!!!!

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The more the merrier!!!

PsychoMatt


















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"You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it drink" is a very untrue statement
to say the least. It's as ridiculous as saying "You can lead a salamander to the Marriott,
but you can't make him book a room that has a radio playing country music". All of this
deeply perturbs me and I'll tell you why.

When I was a little boy my Grandmother said: "Grandson, when I was a little boy my Grandmother
said" and I never truly got over it until I was nearing the age of seventeen and realized that my
Grandmother's Grandmother had been a water-lily grower in the state of Florida and worked for
a man named Higby, who was trying to discover a new discovery. It didn't matter what he discovered, he just wanted to be the first, so he sat in a rocking chair thinking and chugging
down "Yoo Hoos" until the whole porch was covered with empty bottles which attracted bees,
and I received a severe sting and was rushed to the nearest hospital, and learned upon exit that
they had amputated my left knee. Surprisingly, my ankle and foot were still in place, and so was
my thigh, just my knee had been amputated.

In high school I was on the track team and always came in last, which was strange because usually
I was the only one in the race. I learned to play the guitar from an old man on Mason street who had the worst case of dandruff I had ever seen. I showed up one day with a bottle of "Head & Shoulders", and later as I walked away with that bandage over my badly swollen nose, I realized that that old man had one of the best left hooks I had ever seen and asked if I could become his manager. He agreed, and he went on to become the best middle-weight boxer that year, though he still had a habit of punching me in the nose every time a commercial for Head & Shoulders came
on the television.

Now I am situated here in the South Pole still chasing my lifes dream: to become the first man to actually plant and harvest Parsley in the Antarctic. I have formed a small surf/punk/polka band down here with me and 3 penguins called "Corky and the Vestibules". No hits so far but were trying.

Any comments on the above are welcomed as long as you don't mention horse's and not being able to make them drink. I think just about enough has been said concerning that subject.

Joe, the point at which I discovered that your grandmother was once a little boy is where you lost me.  I'm truly sorry-- I really tried... :'(

al

Way cool. I got my knee amputated when I got bit by a possum but I ended up with three knees.

It's possible that the possum was just playing-- we've all heard of a playing possum. :D

At any rate the result left you quite kneedy... ::)

 ;) al

Please pray for our Christian mime troupe.  They have an unspoken request. ::)

I am just trying to show off my picture.  I hope this works.

Ladies and Germs:

Tonight we present...........Tales from the Dead Zone!!!

We go tonight to an area far from any freeways, far from any higher institutes of education, far from any fabulous shopping malls....

We go to a place where the most common sign on buildings is "available"........

Let us go omnisciently into one of these mid 50's homes.........and spend an evening in.....the dead zone!!!!

Tonight we will join the Florsheim family for dinner, or din-din, as everyone in their family likes to call it, even the grown-ups, who aren't really grown up, as you may probably guess.........


(Act one, scene one)

Mama Florsheim is in her '70s style kitchen preparing "din-din" for her family.  Our view takes in a room majoring in pink and orange, with dollops of green thrown about just for fun.  Remember, though, that this is set at the present time (2005).  Not only does the kitchen major in pink and orange, but so does the meal.  Let's open the door, and.....


Mama Florsheim:  (humming to herself).........la la la la la la-la-la....Ummmmmm, I hope that this salmon loaf with Kraft macaroni and cheese will go over big with the family and whoever else may show up for din-din tonight!!!!!!

(phone rings; she answers it)

Mama Florsheim:  Hello?  Oh, hi, honey.  What am I doing?  Oh, I'm just making din-din for us and our family tonight.  Why?  Are we having some guests over?  (ecstatic)  We ARE?!  Who?!!!  I'll get out the fine china!!!!  (listens further)  One of your clients over at the paint factory?   Oh, one of the big wigs at the paint factory!!!!   I'll bet he'll like my bright and colorful meal!!! ....What am I making?  Oh, salmon loaf and Kraft macaroni and cheese with Velveeta on the side.   I'm preparing brussels sprouts as well.....I'm hoping he'll.......What's that?  You'd rather send out for pizza?  Why?  I'm sure it will be all right.   Nothing like a good home-cooked meal to please the higher-ups.....Oh, and he's bringing his wife, too?!!  Oh, how lovely!!!  Dear, could you please pick up some butttermilk and beets at the store on the way home... I want to represent as much of the color spectrum as I can on our din-din table tonight.   Thanks.  I'll see you when you get home......oh, when will they be here?  6:30?  Perfect!  Bye!!!

(hangs up phone)

Mama Florsheim:  (yells)  Children!!!!!!

(As she yells, a boy and a girl run to her in the midst of their playing.  The boy, Red, only ten years old but already a budding little scientist, has his hands covered with what appears to be the residue of internal organs of some sort of once-living creature.  The girl, Blue, an eight year old, has her goggles on and a couple of beakers in her hands with unknown substances fuming and spitting forth their effluvia.  She, too, is a budding little scientist.)

Mama Florsheim:  Children, we need to clean up, because guests are coming to din-din tonight!!!!!

Red and Blue together:  They ARE?!!!!!  Cool!!!!

Red:  Maybe I can get some of their blood and tell them what type they are!!!!!

Blue:  Mama, do you suppose put this (holds up beaker in her left hand) on their salmon loaf and see if it causes them to change color? 

Mama Florsheim:  Now, now, children, we only do science experiments on people we know!!!  Just get cleaned up and help me set up the din-din table!!!

Red and Blue together:  Cool!!!! (they run upstairs)

Mama Florsheim (still preparing dinner, to herself):  Maybe I should call Papa Florsheim and have him pick up some blueberries and corn muffin mix....we don't yet have a totally diverse table........

(Stay tuned for Act I, Scene II  !!!!)

Folks:

Sorry for gumming up the asylum with something begging to be a story line.  Perhaps I could start another thread entitled "tales from the dead zone" ? 

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Matt

Hey--I like that Florsheim story. I'm waiting for Act 1 scene 2. :)

Joe: 

It will be on a new thread entitled:  "Tales from the dead zone......." 

Matt

IT'S BILLBOARD GRAFFITI!!!!

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Hello. My name is Busby Newbauer and I'm visiting the board for the first time. I don't have
access so Joe Sperling is letting me use his password until I get my own computer. Please
excuse me if I don't have a really good understanding of what is going on here. Earlier this
year I visited Jerusalem with harpoon in hand until I was told it was the Wailing Wall, not the
Whaling Wall. I was truly dissapointed as I am a huge studier of whales. What I love most about
whales are the huge white tusks they have that protrude downward. I'm told they use these
to dig up clams and so forth.

I also study elephants. Did you know that there is an elephant in South America that uses it's trunk
to drill into the ground, tunneling under the earth for miles? An oil drilling team had drilled down approximately a mile when they came upon one of the elephants, who had literally drilled down using
it's quickly revolving trunk to that distance. Amazing. I also saw a documentary on chickens on the
Discovery channel. I couldn't believe it when they were off the coast of Ecuador at a depth of nearly 250 feet when the camera swung to the right and a whole flock of underwater chickens were migrating eastward, walking on the bottom of the ocean. It was truly one of the most amazing things I have ever seen.

But the most amazing thing I think were the Bolivian killer butterflies I saw on Animal Planet. They showed a Bolivian man running into the jungle screaming as a huge swarm of these killer butterflies flew after him. There was a horribly loud scream and then the butterflies starting using their probiscuses
to suck the blood out of the poor man. It was horrific. The butterflies made a large hissing sound as they flew away.

But, as I said, I'm not really sure what this Bulletin Board is all about so I thought I'd share some of the things I've been watching on television lately. Please feel free to comment as I'd like to hear what some of the other people who have seen these presentations think also.

Busby

Busby:

Sounds like a real butt-scratcher to me.  I won't even mention my head because I don't want to disturb the current tenants by any vigorous itching motions.

Don't you know that television rots the brain?  I prefer radio myself because you can't see what they are saying....you have to listen.

This board is for refugees from a group known as the Assembly.......

The elephant's name was George Geftakys, only that was not his trunk, and he wasn't looking for oil......

As far as the hissing butterfly, that MAY have been one of his current supporters.....

Sounds like we have been watching the same channel......



Wilton P. Sykes.....man about town.....too often...out of Gattman, Mississippi

Wilton---

Thanks. I do like to listen to the radio quite a bit. Especially when the Disc Jockey
speaks to me specifically, which happens a lot. The other day I ran down to the
store and bought a Chia pet after the DJ told me to. It took me a while to get used
to the television though. I bought what I thought was a television, and the channels
just didn't come in very clearly. All I seemed to get was a bright light and a humming
sound. I tried for three days until my neighbor told me I had purchased a microwave.

My favorite shows are nature type shows, and things that deal with reality. I went on my
first Saquatch hunt after watching one of those programs. I didn't find one, but the hike
was exhiliratiing. I also love exercise shows, especially the really meaningful ones like "Sweatin'
to the oldies" with Richard Simmons. I don't know how the guy got to be so knowledgeable
about exercise and nutrition. And the funny thing is he really doesn't look like he's in all that
great of shape, but the severely overweight women sure love him. They love him almost as
much as they used to love Liberace. I don't know whether there is any significance to that
fact, but I thought I'd mention it. Oh well, gotta go now it's time to feed the goldfish.

Busby

Busby (can I call you "Buzz"?):

I'm feeding my goldfish as well....to my sea snake.   See, I have a salt-water aquarium, and my sea snake just swims around in it, eating all the occupants inside that make up his diet.  I call him Popeye, and no, he doesn't eat spinach, nor does he eat seaweed.

You know, Buzz, I had trouble with that televsion/microwave thing also, only I bought a televison, which I thought was a microwave.   It had this handy little slot for hot pockets, but whenever I would try to set the time I would get the evening news and occasionally a puff of smoke from the back of the set. 

But the only conversation I get is when telemarketers call me.   Some of them are kind of nice, but ask ME such detailed about cell-phone brand images.   As if I would know.   Out here in Gattman, we barely have graduated from dialing the telephone.  Ol' man Macon is STILL fit to be tied over getting the number 998-9899, because he still dials.  I am pretty high up here;  I have been using a push-button for ten years now. 

Anyway, as I said in my last e-mail, this website is for refugees from the Assembly of George Geftakys.  This particular thread is called "asylum for certifiables" because it is dedicated to those who will have their own little world.  So it's basically you and me, Buzz, running it.   

What say we take a break and go out to the general store for a bite?   I'd bring Popeye but he would probably bite me and you and then we'd all die (he really can't live out of salt water for very long).

Wilton  P. Sikes....Grand Wizard....of the Gattman, Mississippi chapter of N.O.P.O.W.R...........

All right. That's about enough! This is the second time you refered to me as a "refugee". That is really demeaning. Evacueement is the politically correct term, and unless you want to be sued to high heaven, you'd better change your ways and words. Just where did you get the idea to even refer to us as "refugees"? Was that on Channel 11 or something, or was that just hearsay?

Listen up boy: We have evacuated! Do you realize that? EVACUATED! Do you know what that means?

Did they forget to pass out the meds today? You need a double for sure.

Wow, Sunflower, what a coincidence!  I, too am on meds that help me evacuate! :D

Moon-mad:  ;)

First of all, forgive me IF I have offended you......

Second of all, I STILL don't have a TV and therefore did not see it on channel eleven.......

Third of all,  heaven does not receive lawsuits, nor lawyers in three-piece suits.....

Fourth of all, I am not a boy, ;0  even if I act like one.....

Fifth of all, I take my meds for breakfast.  I dump them all together in the same bowl and then pour low-fat milk over them.   This helps to make them more palatable............

Sixth of all, as flattered as I am that you have entered the world of the asylum, "refugee" is the term that I choose to use to describe Geftakys leavers.   Maybe I should give it some more thought........In my case, I feel like the "boat Vietnamese" must have felt......leaving their country to save their lives, yet having a rough time of it meanwhile.............Feel free to call yourself an evacuee if you wish.

Seventh of all, why don't you use the padded wall just to your right if you are frustrated?  This will stop these outbursts for sure and make the asylum the happy place it was meant to be.........

The Shinester