July 29, 2005

• 1-Moosehead Lager 2-the resinex 2000 3-Jack Nicholson
• this seems like a personal swipe, so I'll refrain. But I do have plenty to say......
• pi=3.14
• I hope it's not a personal swipe. I don't understand if it is, but it wouldn't be the first time. I'll respond as if it isn't: My wife. My mind. My heart. Bulleit Bourbon. About three or four close friends. Cicadas. An empty room. A good ink pen, and a good notebook (or, hell, a scrap of paper, for that matter). The resiliency of baseball. The Riemann Hypothesis. The understanding that this too shall pass. The fact that pirates are totally cooler than ninjas. My weekly panic for coming up with a decent blog post, and the inevitability that I'll find something (however ultimately meaningless) to write about. Weeds will continue to grow. Mock if you will, but the existence of God.
• What do you mean by a "personal swipe"? There are those things/people that you trust, and there are those you don't. I didn't mention all the things that I find lacking.
• My husband. AAA aaabandoned my butt out near Fairfield (far suburban Houston on the road to Austin) in 1990, before it was added to the Key map. I was rescued by a friendly DPS trooper. I got a nice map book from them as a reward for my trouble, but I have never completely trusted them again.
• Right now my hands smell of gasoline and grass clippings. I don't exactly know why, but right now this strikes me as inherently trustworthy. Perhaps it's a question of usefulness.
• I quite like those razors with three blades.
• My intuition.
• Man Ray
• George Bush gets my vote as in, he can always be trusted to lie (or as he put it disassemble moron
• My immediate family. My best friends. My doggie. God. I agree with mct about the smell of gas and grass clippings. I trust it to make me feel better about life in general. That, and the sound of katydids in the summer. I also like being inside during a big storm, feeling cozy and dry. I trust my house to protect me.
• I trust Monkeyfilter to turn any thread on any topic into "bush is dumb."
• Three vicodin before bed. [psoriatic arthritis really sucks]
• My wheel-builder. Every time I let some other monkey work on my wheels, they explode beneath me. Usually, at a fairly high velocity.
• Bulleit Bourbon. Good stuff. Just made it into Washington (a damned control state). I've been drinking Maker's for twenty-five years now, but I do like Bulleit.
• I have a few more. Johnny Walker Red. PG Tips Tea. Trader Joes. Final Cut Pro.
• Oh, and my muse.
• In the correctness of the policies of the Communist Party of China under the leadership of the Party Centre with Comrade Hu at the core and their ability to deliver a harmonious society and socialism with Chinese characteristics guided by Marxism-Leninism and Mao Zedong Thought, practising Deng Xiaoping Theory and upholding the import Theory of the Three Represents.
• To tell you thie truth, I've gotten along very well in life by trusting almost everyone. There are those who are obviously inflating their histories, but believing or not in them doesn't cost me anything, and I can trust them to amuse me. There are those who set off alarms, but I can trust so long as they don't cross boundries. It isn't an all or nothing thing.
• ***double-checks URL to make sure this isn't Livejournal***
• Bisquick bake mix. Jiffy corn bread.
• TeX.
• I barely trust myself....
• @abiezer: You forgot to mention the party's undying dedication to the eradication of the four evils: Rats, flies, mosquitos and sparrows.
• Emily, who is one olive too many and by valence, will never leave me. I'll second squid's nomination of Trader Joe's - not perfect, but damn if I can figure out how so much quality gets such good pricing - it's really astounding. Ian Bairnson, whose guitar, over many many years, especially for the Alan Parsons Project, will never fail to raise hair. My 1992 Toyota Celica GT, whose brake pads are /just now/ at the end of life at 148,000 miles (brakes? who needs brakes, I bought a horn, i keed). Original clutch too... And I downshift. Galileo, whose theories of the universe, at much personal risk, so far, seem workable. And whose grave I stood before six months ago, in more reverence than perhaps any grave I've stood before. In thee we trust.
• Oh and squid, Jiffy is based in Chelsea, MI, just west of here (my new home of Ann Arbor after 18 years in the Chicagoland area). I'll take a picture and send it on one on many upcoming home searches. Even their fake blueberry muffins rock.
• Death. Taxes.
• The Canterbury Crusaders to win the Super 12.
• I trust in the inherent goodness of people and the weakness of the human heart. I trust that things will often not go my way. I trust anatomically designed heel cups and a wide toe box.
• How about "who don't you trust"? Politicians, sales people, and lawyers, to name a few. To answer your question: no one, not even myself. Yikes.
• nihilism
• Coffee
• Darth. Texas.
• My family. My luck. My lust. My egotism. That one friend that, despite sharing a mutual contempt, will still stand by me like I will do too. She with the big grey eyes. Wherever she's now. Skin pin-pricked with sweat under the hot sun. Coffee in the evening. Juice in the morning. My workstation and AfterEffects. Even when I'm blocked, lost and dry, they manage to shake me up and force me to create something.
• oh shit, that sounds so lame... I'm and adobe whore...
• I trust Monkeyfilter to turn any thread on any topic into "bush is dumb." Actually the thrust of my post was that Bush is a dependable liar. The "moron" comment was merely an afterthought and connected to his egregious mispronounciation of the word dissemble so there!
• I trust no less than a quadruple-blade shaving system.
• 1. my family 2. my bicycle 3. my monkey (everyone else is concealing something)
• So, everybody's got something to hide except -?
• My bank.... I give them all my money to hold on to, and I trust they won't steal it.
• pianistic, yes. all of them, the bastids.
• i must second douggles on coffee. my toyota (2003 echo, in blue), but not my driving. the fact that everything tends to turn out okay eventually. not necessarily the okay you wanted or needed, but some value of okay.
• No-one, nothing. I firmly believe with proper motivation, be it positive of negative, anyone will turn on another being. Money, drugs, threats of physical violence to one's self or a loved one, and sheer erratic behaviour have been the downfall of 'trusted friends'. I place no trust in material objects - Zippo lighters don't always light, idiot-proof code will be broken by a bigger idiot than dreamed possible. Nothing is permanent. Oh, and jeblis, I wouldn't trust Pi. From all reports, it is an irrational number.
• Nothing & no-one... *Puts back against wall & peers around nervously*
• Certainly not myself. The jury's still out on everyone and everything else.
• Seriously. I find it interesting that God seems to be considered trustworthy by so many monkeys. Shows a remarkable level of faith - or a high level of credulity, take your pick. Personally I almost trust me - however I'm waiting for the evidence to come in!
• Leonard Cohen. Billy Bragg. Suzy Vega. Woody Allen. David Lean. Stanley Kubrick. Nasi goreng. Schwartz's Montreal Smoked. Belgische patat. Orval. Coup de Grisou. Chartreuse. Parental units. Sibling. Select friends. "Puttin' on the Ritz" in Young Frankenstein. Father Guido's Five Minute University. Harpo, anytime.
• I trust Murphy's Law. I trust my dog to always greet me with wagging tail and slobbery kisses.
• God seems to be considered trustworthy by so many monkeys. I only count 2 of about 50 posts ... unless you're saying that you find 1% high.
• ahem, 4%...
• Cheese.
• my dad.
• I'm with Darshon, my intuition. Has yet to fail me. Besides that, I trust Buddaha 100%. I don't think Buddha will burn my ass. Jesus, I'm not so sure about him. Sometimes I'd like to trust in him, but he tends to take the backseat when needed most. Allah has been quite reliable of late. Krishna, I need to take a moment to see if I've ever been dicked over by that eighth avatar of Vishnu. Oh fuck it, who am I kidding!?? Turkmenbashi, I trust him till the end!! Oh yeah, my cat... She was there for me without reservation/hesitation always... RIP Candybar!
• Hmmm - having more carefully considered posts there also seems to be a stong belief in pets and ethanol based products ... now tell me THAT isn't a recipe for disaster ;)
• I suppose you can always trust some smartypants (with dodgy maths skills) to find the weak point in your post...
• I count 6 mentions of hypothetical supernatural beings (so far). Ok Ok I'll bite. What is the 'The Riemann Hypothesis'?
• The short answer is that it's a still-unproven mathematical hypothesis related to the appearance of prime numbers. Pretty much everbody believes it's correct, but after more than a century, nobody's been able to prove it. It's considered the greatest unsolved problem in mathematics. There are details here.
• Cheers midclasstool. Hate to admit my massive ignorance of all things mathmatical, so instead blame a bad maths teacher in last years of school. *he he* Not all bad though. I remember one teacher put the whole class off HP for life by explaining what a rip-off it is. Saved me personally thousands of bucks.
• HP Sauce, or Higher Powers? Oh, Hewlett-Packard?
• I fall into the camp of the untrusting. The only constant in life is change, so I trust that things will change. Otherwise, trust is situational. I have friends I would trust with my life but not my credit card and vice versa.
• Chocolate and scotch (single malt).
• My two little girls in their to make me smile and to stir my heart and the power of music to remind me that there is an extraordinary extra dimension beyond the banality of daily life
• in their capacity to make me smile (I previewed and everything!)
• My pen A good gin martini Matzah The fact that my family will never truly forgive me for not trusting in God.
• The two people I trust unreservedly are my husband and my mother. I also trust the fact that if I really, really want something I'll get it (for good or for bad).
• hp might be hire purchase? a sort of lease-to-buy arrangement.
• chocolate has never let me down!
• squidranch: You might also try Martha White cornbread mix. Add a quarter cup of sugar per mix to it (I find that it takes at least two mixes to make it decently thick), and it's sooo goood. Heat up an iron skillet in the oven that you've put a good layer of vegitable oil on (to protect the skillet and make a nice crunchy crust on the cornbread), then add the mix to the skillet when the oven's heated. I trust southern cooking.
• Himalayan priests. Heart palpitations. Huge penises. Hypnotism performances. Heffalump promises.
• I trust you aren't going to finish those fries?
• My boyfriend. My family members. My cat Trixie. My childhood books.
• I trust the ocean: there will always be another wave!
• My wife. My cats. My tomato plants. My Pepe. My intuition.
• The Tao.
• To anyone reading this far, sorry about the "personal swipe" remark above. I had just finished checking out the unfortunate squidranch/T-shirt updates, and was surprised by the turn it took. So I reflexively misinterpreted squid's question. Who do I trust? The future, because the past is unreliable.
• ...and I realize that the future isn't a "who," but to me it really is, because it contains everything and everyone I know. And I trust that they'll be in the future, somehow. The long view, I know.
• Thanks for your trust cynnbad.
• It's a natural thing. See how the past was questionable? But the future will happen. Count on it.
• Until the sickenly sad predictions of the end of time, that is. Thank god I don't have the intelligence or the life span to understand those. ** Hey, Friday here! Happy Hour -- munchies if you're lucky!!
• meredithea, I too trust southern cooking. I'm gonna make some homemade peach cobbler in the next couple of weeks before the summer fruit season ends.
• Horseradish pastries. House parties. Havarti pentagons. Harley paraphernalia. Home-grown Psilocybin. Hutterite Pickerel?
• Yes Fish_tick all very nice but your second guess was correct... bucks was a give awy I thought :)
• Oops sorry roryk gets the prize. *takes gold fish in a plastic bag from fish and gives to roryk*