Archive for May, 2009

Is it True About Hillary Clinton & Heaven?

Monday, May 25th, 2009
Interesting asked:


She has a dream or a vision or something and is standing in front of St. Peter, she notices all these clocks on the walls & she asked St Peter why all the clocks…St Peter say every human that has ever lived has one, when they tell a lie the clock goes forward 1 minute. she see’s one that is set exactly 12:00…who’s is that one belong too..he say’s Mother Teresa she has never told a lie, she see’s another with two minutes past 12..who’s is that, he say’s Abe Lincoln, he only told two lie’s his entire life. Hillary thought about all this for a while and say’s: okay where is my husbands clock, St Peter say’s oh that’s in my office…we use it as a ceiling fan!

Javier

Where can I find an attractive, silent wall clock?

Monday, May 25th, 2009
stuartajohnston asked:


My wife insists on having an analog wall clock in the living room but the tick/tock noise drives me crazy!

Donald

Caledonian Rd open market?

Friday, May 15th, 2009
lleyke asked:


I have a movie from 1933 (Friday the 13th) that has a scene in a huge gated open air flea-market. There is a sign that says Caledonian Rd on a wall, and a small clock tower or something that looks like one on another end. I tried to find it on Google Maps without luck.

Was that place ever there or just a fake place using a real street name to look good in the movie?

If it was real, is it still there? If not there, what’s on the location now?

Ruth

Honest opinions on a poem I wrote; it’s called Waging War Against a Typewriter?

Thursday, May 14th, 2009
xxmetal_healthxx asked:


Staring at the blank page before me,
Millions of ideas pulse through my brain,
Yet none seem to make it to complete thoughts.
They are merely shades and tints of the nigh subconscious,
That fine line between dream and reality.
Minutes pass by like seconds,
Hours like minutes, and still here before me,
Contempt, smirking up at me is this blank page,
Which I have yet to stain.
My pride will not allow my surrender
To this formidable foe.
Though retreat may be wise,
I would sacrifice my demise by my own dignity
Rather than give in.
I’m at war with a typewriter,
Or perhaps with myself.
Or maybe the clock,
Laughing, mocking me from its perch upon the wall.
My head begins to spin as I attempt to type
All of these ideas flying slightly out of my reach.
I thrash my arms helplessly about,
Wishing for anything to grasp on to.
And I see the page there,
Staring now with amusement.
This kindles my already raging inferno
Of hate, confusion, and swarming ideas.
I begin violently, blindly punching away at the keys,
Typing anything to cover the blank page,
Needing to find escape from its cruel glares.
I was then at war with the typewriter,
Or perhaps with myself.
Knowing I could not allow defeat,
I gave all I had
To slay this pugilistic foe,
Allowing my emotion to guide me
Rather than my logic.
Hours ago I had merely planned to write a poem,
And now I am waging war
Against my own mind and my own typewriter.
In the process of creation,
I have destroyed myself.

Warren

How come no jokes about Hillary being Blonde?

Tuesday, May 12th, 2009
Thomas B asked:


I was just wondering, how come not even late night shows dig this?

Hillary at the Pearly Gates

Hillary Clinton died and went to heaven. As she stood in front of Saint Peter at the Pearly Gates, she saw a huge wall of clocks behind him. She asked, “What are all those clocks?”

Saint Peter answered, “Those are Lie-Clocks. Everyone on Earth has a Lie-Clock.
Every time you lie, the hands on your clock will move.

“Oh,” said Hillary, “whose clock is that?”

“That’s Mother Teresa’s. The hands have never moved indicating that she never told a lie.”

“Whose clock is that?”

“That’s Abraham Lincoln’s clock. The hands have only moved twice telling us that Abe only told 2 lies in his entire life.”

“Where’s Bill’s clock?” Hillary asked.

“Bill’s clock is in Jesus’ office. He’s using it as a ceiling fan.”

Sue

Can you name this surrealist painting?

Friday, May 8th, 2009
Kyle M asked:


The painting I am trying to find features a flooded house with a clock on the wall. If I remember correctly, the clock has a warped effect, and I would definitely classify the work as surrealist. It looks like a Dali painting, but I am 99% sure that it is not by Dali. Anyone have an idea? (someone suggested it may be called “memoir” but i’m not sure if that’s right and nobody has told me who the author is)

Benjamin