She was a brave woman, who feared nothing. Her nobility and bravery were only matched by her beauty. Something that no man could ever touch. Yes, she was an ethereal being. With a voluptuousness that was unmatched up to her existence. Her touch could bring a man to his knees, and have him begging for more. Just one touch. Touch me here. I want to feel your presence all over my body. I want to feel you from the inside out.

Angela, was most beautiful of all Valkyries. There wasn't a man on Asgard that wouldn't have been honored to have her battle by their side. Noble warriors whose last vision was to see this gorgeous woman carry them of to Valhalla, where their brave souls could rest for all of eternity. She most certainly had all that every woman would kill for.

Jealousy was something that Angela was quite familiar with. Although it wasn't her intention, but the attention that men seemed to place on her, had the whole female gender burning with jealousy. Yes, she was just that divine. Delicate and strong. Wanton and intimidating. A woman of her own, and no one else's. She would not be owned, she would not be claimed.

From her shapely body, to her dainty ankles. From her ample bosom to her curvaceous thighs. She was bawdy, but no ones fool. She was carnal, but when and where was her choice. She incited filthy and fleshly desires in men. A woman whose very countenances could incite a man to orgasm. Any and all indecent thoughts that came to a man, were at the sight of her. She attracted the most lecherous and lewd of men, but held them at bay with her blade. Yes she was no man's, she was only her own. But the lustful and obscene desires that she enticed, were unbearable. Even I, can't stop from my description of her. The more that I write the more that she eggs me on. I love the sight of her. Her pornographic look. The kind that makes you excited and aroused. Ohh yes she was the most raunchy woman that I have ever laid eyes on. Delicious and salacious. Most appealing and sensual. I don't like to call a woman smutty, but god-damn, she faulted it to a tee. And all I can to is look. No touching, just looking. At her steamy, hot body. Ohh yes and her suggestive body movements. Shit, now that is something that I just can't erase from my mind. The most unchaste, but chaste woman. Taking her voluptuous body and holding it tight against me is my most utter desire. I am not one to have such vulgar thoughts. But then again, I am a wanton man at this point.

I'd love to eat her like ice cream. Licking every last drop from the carton, until there is nothing left.

God-damn that is sweet.



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Velociraptor, (meaning "swift robber") is a genus of dromaeosaurid theropod dinosaur that existed approximately 83 to 70 million years ago during the later part of the Cretaceous Period. Velociraptors grew to about 6 feet long, and 1-2 feet tall, and approximately 45-60 pounds. For those of you (one of Miss Valkyrie's post inspired this to some extent) that are scratching your ass, asking; "Well weren't the Velociraptors in Jurassic Park, much bigger?"; I salute you.

Take a look . . .

Not at all as convincing as the ones dreamed up by Steven Spielberg. That jackass! 8-)

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But that is only the beginning of what man and science fiction has done to the elegance and beauty of these ancient creatures. Although very entertaining as a much bigger and deadly creature in Jurassic Park, scientific accuracy has never been Hollywood's strong point. And that is why we have science fiction. However, the difference between the unknown properties of nuclear war, that spawned such movies as, THEM!, Godzilla, Beast From 20,000 Fathoms, and Rodan, is far different from manipulating known scientific fact for shock value.



There are still some other staggering inaccuracies. But let's check in on Velociraptor. Velociraptor was no doubt selected as one of the deadly dinosaurs of Jurassic Park for a reason. To start with the Velociraptor in Jurassic Park was much more closely modeled after Deinonychus. A relative of the same family of dromaeosaurid. They needed some bigger and more impressive than the real Velociraptor. But why change the Velociraptor, instead of just using Deinonychus? Velociraptor (va loss a raptor) or just Raptors as they were nicknamed; as oppose to Deinonychus (dai.ona.ni.ks). So it was selected for it's name?

When did you ever hear them say Tyrannosaurus Rex? Nope just T-Rex. Really layperson friendly.

<------Two Deinonychus Attacking A Tenontosaurus

There is one other dinosaur in Jurassic Park that needs some attention too. And that is the Dilophosaurus (dy-LOH-fo-sawr-us). Dilophosaurus is the dinosaur that Dennis Nedry (Wayne Knight, Newman in Seinfield) encountered in his attempt to smuggle dinosaur embryos off the island for profit. Dilophosaurus measured around 6 meters (20 ft) long and may have weighed half a ton. The Dilophosaurus in Jurassic Park was much smaller, and seemed almost friendly at first. Both Micheal Crichton and Steven Spielberg were responsible for the "cinematic" changes made to the scientific accuracy of Dilophosaurus. In the movie Dilophosaurus, had a frill around his neck which would flare out when it wanted to, much like frill lizards do to give enemies the appearance that they are bigger than they are. They also added poison glands to the Dilophosaurus, so that the dinosaur could spit venom at its enemies, supposedly causing blindness and paralysis. However, these additions, are not based on any scientific facts.

Dilophosaurus

Am I just looking too much into something that most people don't really care about? Probably. But in my younger years the attraction to dinosaurs was fantastic. And now, as somewhat of an adult, the accuracy and respect to these creatures is just as important.

So the next time that you watch Jurassic Park, just remember Deinonychus was the pit bull and Velociraptor was the poodle.

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"What you call a discovery, I call the rape of the natural world."

You Are 44% Control Freak

Generally, you are in control but not a control freak. You life is usually in order. However, sometimes you get too obsessed with making everything in your life picture perfect.

I know that I am more intelligent than to take these tests, in any way seriously. After all, the people that write these can no doubt be compared to the contrast in who one is talking to and who is really on the other end of the line, when call 900 numbers. (Watch "Girl 6". Besides being a good movie, what more could you ask for then having the entire soundtrack, Prince's music.)

But that last line that said; "However, sometimes you get obsessed with making everything in your life picture perfect", really hit a nerve. Mostly because it is true. The realization that with children, nothing is going to be clean and organized, much less perfect.

Let me share with you an example. My son has been playing Hulk: Ultimate Destruction, like there is no tomorrow. For those that don't play the games, the title pretty much says it all. If you haven't seen the newer movie, then just imagine, Lou Ferrigno smashing everything in site. Anyway, he was throwing things around the house, imitating what he was playing on the game. And it wasn't that he wouldn't stop throwing things, it was that he was throwing things. It wasn't what he was doing, the act itself, it was the result, the mess. When I finally got him to stop, (he finally went to sleep) I went into the kitchen to wash dishes. I was trying to clear the counter of mail, debris, pill bottles, etc., and I just broke. I hurled a handful of mail across the kitchen, and sweeped the rest of the stuff off the counter with my hand. I was so frustrated with the mess, so bad that I lost my temper.

I don't know really where this leads. I know that as of tomorrow, our son Ian will be coming home. Two children, and twice the mess. And the chaos is what drives me to my knees. I've come home, after work, tired as hell, but will clean the entire house (and it might not be "dirty" but it is to me, even if it is a few dishes) before I can even feel comfortable to sit down and eat dinner. Hell, I've thrown away soda cans that my wife is still drinking in, because it is impulse, no matter where it is sitting. (On a less comical side, I threw away the rent money one time, because I didn't check the envelope, but was able to fish it out of the trash.)

I can't see straight and think straight sometimes because the only thing that is on my mind is keeping a clean house, which I seem to always be a few steps behind in doing. I am the same way at work. My boss has told me time and time again that he had never seen the warehouse in such a clean and organized fashion in all the years that he has been in business. And he has told me that on days, that I would be ashamed to say that I am the warehouse manager, because by my standards it is a mess.

OCD . . . it's not just for the fucking loonies anymore. Now it affects the working man.

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"Your making me angry. You wouldn't like me when I am angry."

i see Miss Misty gets laughs a lot
so i thought that for once, i would post a larf
though im sure that it is not
what you come to expect for someone whose not
so laugh a bit, cry a bit, maybe even slap your knee
but remember this is a man to a tee

CODE WORD FOR SEX
>
>A husband and wife decided they needed to use "code" to indicate that
>they wanted to have sex without letting their children in on it. They
>decided on the word Typewriter.
>
>One day the husband told his five year old daughter, "Go tell your
>mommy that daddy needs to type a letter".
>
>The child told her mother what her dad said, and her mom responded,
>"Tell your daddy that he can't type a letter right now cause there is a

>red ribbon in the typewriter." The child went back to tell her father
>what mommy said.
>
>A few days later the mom told the daughter, "Tell daddy that he can
>type that letter now."
>
>The child told her father, returned to her mother and announced, "Daddy

>said never mind with the typewriter, he already wrote the letter by
>hand."

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i sit here, sitting
watching, watching . . .
this pesky little fly
as he flies and flies

pesky, he lands on my nose
i wish i could swat him, i wish i could slap him
but like opening your mouth to speak
without opening your mind to think
i would only be hurting myself

so upon a hard days work
i watch this fly
twitching my head and jerking
away from this pesky pesky fly

so i asked the strange fly
whose determination is so sly
i asked him
the fly
fly, why do you pester me so persistantly?
and the fly said "i dunno"

so i charged the fly again
asking him again
fly, why do you pester me so persistantly?
and the fly said "i dunno"

my anger started to burn
and my neck, hot it became
i shouted and cursed the fly
who stood far away on the wall
laughing, laughing at such an amusing perdiciment

i asked again very angerly
fly, why do you pester me so persistantly?
and the fly said "i dunno"

by now i was most irritated
looking at the smirk of the fly
this tiny little winged soul
who constant and chaotic movements, caused me much sorrow
wondering and thinking
thinking what was it this fly wanted

so i asked the fly
fly what is it that you are persistantly after me for?
and the fly said "i dunno"

i flung my hat to the ground
stomping and screaming
i threw a pen at the fly
although my aim was not true
the fly escaped and out the door
down the hall and out the window
and as i looked out the window, looking hard for the fly
i saw him sitting there paitently
waiting so still
right there on my car window

i screamed to the fly
fly why do u wait for me on my car
and the fly said "oh you know"

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