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Sure it was a blind date, but I wasn’t blind enough…

I’ve never gone on a blind date… and I’ve only been on a few ‘real’ dates. Of those, I’ve either met online, or through someone and have seen at least one face picture so I know what they look like. I’m not sure how I’d react if I did go on a blind date; I’m so used to learning about the person before actually meeting them. I know I’d be nervous as hell, but then again, I’m always nervous. I recently was going to ask someone out, but couldn’t. For whatever reason, I became very anxious and just couldn’t do it. No matter… he wasn’t “interested” in dating anyone right now. :-\ Sometimes I’m quite outgoing and can muster up the confidence, other times I couldn’t say ‘hello’ to save my life. I’ve crawled out of my shell of shyness… but haven’t quite left it behind.

Is My Little Baby Going to Go Gay?

Handy Homo Prevention Tips For Concerned Parents With Suspect Toddlers

A parent can never act too soon in taking precautionary measures to ensure that their child will never become intoxicated with mommy’s perfume and choose to devote his life to being a prancing homo. By being both proactive and willing to inflict welts for Jesus, you can beat Satan at his own sick game and prevent him from turning your impressionable child into an ugly, rotting twig in the family tree crying out for brutal pruning.

Christian Doctors at Landover Baptist Hospital’s Homosexual Reparative Extreme-Psycho-Stabilization Ward have put together a handy list of preventative tips for concerned parents with newborns or toddlers. Please print out these Godly reminders and pop them in your purse the moment your water breaks for handy reference.

Early Child Development Homo Prevention Tips

1. A boy must not sit on a toilet unless he is having a bowel movement. Standing straight up, not hunched over while urinating, is a sign of manliness. Squatting on a toilet seat (especially if he hovers to avoid the urine of others or prissily wipes the seat with a square of toilet tissue) to pee is not only effeminate but a sign of shame! It is a secret hobby that homosexuals use in their daily lives. It is a scientific fact that when needing to use the restroom, a male is called upon to engage in the unpleasant undertaking of extruding a poopy in only 1 out of every 3 visits. But homosexuals use all three visits to practice squatting, to limber the cheeks of their bottom in preparation for even the most enormous (Negro) penises. Such calisthenics are neither necessary nor advisable for men who have no intention of squatting over an engorged penis. As soon as your child is able to walk on two feet, you must make that sure he is taught to stand proudly in front of a private or public toilet seat, and to speak not a word, especially in response to the coy whispers of Catholic priests in the next stall.

2. A boy must eat everything on his plate. But if your son pesters you to serve corn on the cob, hot dogs or sausages, that is your signal to change his diet. Try serving meals that more effectively evoke a hankering for the fragrant delights of the female genitalia. An artichoke stuffed with tuna fish will usually do the trick.

3. A boy must always wear socks, except while swimming. So-called, “flip-flops” and “sandals,” where the toes and ankles are exposed are products that were created during the (homo)sexual revolution. Creation research indicates that these types of provocative “shoes,” were invented by homosexuals in San Fransissyco during the late 1960’s with fetishes for little boy ankles. Thwart the perverted delight of these pedo-pedophiles with a thick pair of tube socks!

4. A boy must not be allowed to watch cartoons of any kind. He should spend Saturday mornings sitting quietly by his Father’s side (with a respectful 3″ between the male bodies), watching sports that don’t involved male leotards. He must watch Football, Basketball, Baseball and Boxing. Soccer is not a sport for civilized people and often results in alarmingly long, uncut penises escaping from very alluring satin shorts. Soccer appeals only to poor, uneducated halflings from underdeveloped countries where the women grow mustaches twice as fast as the men. Make your child aware of this. When there are no sports on TV, take your boy out in the backyard and throw the football or play catch with a very hard baseball. Under no circumstances: wrestle in shorts, especially if your son is strapping, handsome and sporting a noticeably turgid crotch.

5. A boy must not play with dolls. If your boy has a young sister, forbid him from entering her room except for the purposes of the type of ordinary heterosexual experimentation that occurs in any Christian household. If you catch your male child playing with dolls, Landover Baptist Child Psychologists recommended that you shave his head, and sit him out at the end of the driveway with a sign around his neck that says, “I’m a Sissy Boy Who Plays With Dolls – Mailman: Why don’t you just go ahead and stick something in my mouth?.” This method of prevention has a 99.5% success rate (unless your particular mailman is young and attractive).

6. A boy must not refer to his parents as “Mommy” or “Daddy.” As soon as your boy is old enough to speak, he must be taught to call his Mother, “Ma,” or “Momma” or “Mommie Dearest.” When addressing his Father, he should refer to him as, “Sir,” “Dad,” or “Commander.” “Mommy” and “Daddy” are what fey, spoiled boys weaned on effeminacy coo, embarrassing you in front of the neighbors by never keeping the palms of their hands below their waists.

7. A boy must always wear thick, white underwear. White boxers, and/or briefs are acceptable. Your child must be taught that men who wear colored underwear or undergarments that are cut within one inch of the outer periphery of their pubic region or the trough of the valley between the cheeks of their bottom are either European or Homosexual – and in America there is no difference between the two.

8. A boy must never cry or pout. Crying, pouting or showing feelings are weak and feminine traits. After the natural tears of infancy, brought on by a child’s traumatic exit from the spiritual realm of Heaven, to the horrible shock every young man experiences in seeing his very own mother’s hairy, dilated vagina, and into this Devil run world we call, “Earth,” your boy must be taught to stop crying. It usually takes a normal child several weeks to get over its birth – even when using daily submersions into ice-water.If your child is still crying after three weeks, please drop him off at the Creation Science Laboratory for the remainder of the year and for a determination of whether he is worth having back.

9. A boy must not use brightly colored crayons or any crayons from any colors of a rainbow. Christian parents should remove and destroy any suspiciously colored crayons from their boy’s box of Crayolas. This needs no explanation, as we here at Landover Baptist are all familiar with Mr. Crayola’s so-called “alternate lifestyle,” and his reason for putting “Pansy Pink” and “Engorged Penis Head Purple” into his boxes are quite obvious. A boy must also draw in straight lines. Some curves are fine, but if you suspect your child of “doodling,” and see that he is using more curves than straight lines, please call your Pastor immediately.

10. A boy must not skip or prance. You must not allow your boy to attend any school where they teach the children to “skip,” or play “hopscotch” in Physical Education class. Creation Scientists have proved that such activities are the precursor to cross-dressing, appreciation for poetry, a sardonic display of irony and the rampant shoplifting of skin care products.

If everything had a point, there’d be no place to sit.

One Sunday a few weeks ago, I wasn’t really paying attention to what I was doing when I put my pants on, mainly because it’s a semi-involuntary action… you just do it without thinking. Well, anyway, I put my left leg in first… and for those of you that do not know, my dominant side is not my left side. So the next thing I know, I’m on the floor halfway in and halfway out of my pants wondering what happened.

I think that’s what has happened over the past few months. I let myself get so distracted by going to Italy and what that entailed, that I “stepped into the wrong leg first,” and when I got back from it all, I was on the floor, wondering what had happened. Financially I’m still struggling, though I did get a second job working for the Banana. (I figured if I was going to get a second job, let it be something that I already know how to do and can pick up hours easily. So thanks to my friend Mike for helpin’ me out.) I just feel like everything has been off since I got back from Italy and I despirately want to go back. I miss it so much… I miss the places, the food, the new friends I met, the culture, and yes, I miss him… even after all that happened. I just don’t know how to get past this slump I’m in.

And then there are those whom you become so close to, yet can’t touch because of a good 2,000+ mile distance which seems to get greater by each day. :-\ I just don’t know what to do.

IM Conversation of the Day
Mike (11:25:55 PM): he should have married you when he had the chance
Me (11:26:10 PM): and why’s that?
Mike (11:26:16 PM): cuz you’re you

They fade away…

…and I wish I could hold you now … I am only a rainbow away, my friend, and if you could see what others see you wouldn’t feel so bad … And I’m telling you, cuz I’ve been there too, that storms are like ranibows too… they fade away…

M A R Y L A N D

I live in Maryland. We’re not the South, nor do we have an accent. We’re also not New England, we’re the Mid Atlantic. It’s soda, not pop. It’s a sub, not a hoagie. It’s the beach not the shore and we drink water not “wooder.” It’s acceptable to say “Where y’all goin?” short of “Where are you going?” It’s a pizza, not a pie and we’re not hicks. It’s DC not Washington. We know what bad traffic really looks like, how to use a traffic circle, and how to pump our own gas. Its not unusual to eat at a resturant with no shirts, no shoes, and your boat parked out front. We love crabs, corn, beer and snowballs!!!

Site feed… is that any different from cattle feed?

So I was asked to add a site feed (RSS) to my blog by a reader who goes by the name “Jon.” Now, I didn’t think anyone really read this thing but apparently someone does:

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1. dude - could u have an RSS / Atom feed on yor blog also (http://www.accessgranted101.com/blog/) …. don’t want to miss out when u update…

thx :)…
Posted by Jon on 4/3/2005 12:54:39 PM

Unfortunately, Mr. Jon, I do not quite know how to create that. I no longer use a blogger site to make my site as I found it quite frustrating when their site would be down and I couldn’t update my blog. So in turn, I created my own (hence the new look). I will look into how RSS works and see if I can bang that out for you, but for now, you’ll just have to keep tabs on it as I have two jobs now and don’t get to do much other than post random IM conversations and daily quackeries (yes, I just made up that word), which I’m sure everyone enjoys. Feel free to IM / e-mail me and I’ll make sure I let you know when I update. :)

“Next thing you know, I’ll be eating tofu burgers and actin’ like a lil bitch!”
- Mike (my manager)

So it’s my first day opening as a keyholder and how do I screw it up? I’m 20 minutes late. Now, granted my boss gets in at 10 after 7 and I’m not even “required” to be here until 7.30, but I wanted to make a good impression and get here by 7; especially since I don’t have such a good attendance record. So yea, I’m at work and feelin’ like shit. 20 minutes!!! I was going to blame it on the metro, or some bullshit, but I’m not going to put up an excuse… I was late. Plain and simple. *sigh* :-\ Stupid metro for not going fast enough…

IM Conversation of the Day
David (9:01:17 PM): He’s been a pretty progressive Pope, all things considered
David (9:01:39 PM): Out with him, in with Bush again. Time to brush up on Revelations.

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