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Here's a good anagram:"To be or not to be that is the question whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune."becomes"In one of the Bard's best thought of tragedies our insistent hero Hamlet queries on two fronts about how life turns rotten."How convenient.

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Stolen from another site. Enjoy. 10 reasons Gay Marriage is wrong:1. Being gay is not natural. And as you know Americans have always rejected unnatural things like eyeglasses, polyester, and air conditioning.2. Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay, in the same way that hanging around tall people will make you tall.3. Legalizing gay marriage will open the door to all kinds of crazy

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Work has become far more tedious than I had ever thought it would be; staff morale is poor because of constant meddling by my superiors, work politics make my stomach turn, conversations and meetings are mind-numbing wastes of time where -- and this is the most annoying trait that it seems everyone I work with seems to share -- people ignorantly talk about things that they don't particularly

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'Tis the season (punctuation pending)!Christmastime is, in perpetuity, my second favourite time of the year. There's something wonderful about the generally (freely given or forced) sincere nature of your fellow man. Political correctness aside, most major culture/religious group celebrates something this time of year, and people are generally in a good mood.And yes, I will use the term "

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Please accept with no obligation, implied or implicit, my wish for an environmentally conscious, socially responsible, politically correct, non-addictive, low stress, gender-neutral celebration of the winter solstice holiday, practiced within the most enjoyable traditions of the religious persuasion of your choice, as well as the secular practices of your choice, but with full respect for the

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For everyone to enjoy, here are three things that I love:That's Toby on the left, and Sonny on the right. How adorable.That's my new TV. 61" inches of wide-screen glorious goodness.Yes, that is a real broadcast image. I'm hot.

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View this, this and this first. Now read this post.His Grace would like this, I think.Language-related tricks and funneries.Check it out.

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View this, this and this first. Now read this post.This is an interesting idea.Take a band, or a song that you like, input it into a program that compares your choice through a complex algorhythm comparing beats, meters, harmonies, melodies, chord structure and other such musical terms, and see the results.So far, Barenaked Ladies yielded "The Tears of Audrey" by Kevin Gilbert, "Tales of

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View this, this and this first. Now read this post.Go read this.They so missed out on the opportunity to coin the term whoreicane.Plebes.

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View this, this and this first. Now read this post. Go see The Hulk's Diary That is On the Internet.I enjoy it. You must, as well.

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The French Speaking citizens of Canada are taking their love of their language, their dedication to their culture and their commitment to the perserverence of the Francophonian way to such a level that unless it's got French on it, it's an insult to their language rights and must be changed, or it will be ignored. (Source: Fark.com. Such goodness.)Specifically, this is in regards to governmental

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I come home today -- oh, and sorry for the delay in posts, I was waiting for Super-Genius to put up my obituary, but that never came; I digress -- so, I came home today, as I am wont to do, and sauntered into the house per my usual demeanor.The dogs were sitting in the entranceway, waiting for me to let them outside; I let them out, went over to the computer, and sat down to waste some time

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My throat hurts more than ever.I can go about four hours before I start to get fatigued and the pain in my throat is intolerable.Did I mention I went to the hospital (because my doctor couldn't see me)?Well, I did. I was there for three hours, 15 minutes of which was actual Doctor/Patient time, with his amazing diagnosis:"Yep, your glands are swollen."Thanks, Doctor! Now I can see why you're in

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Where have I been? What have I been doing? What new things have been happening in my life and why have I not been updating this blog?Perfectly acceptable questions, my faithful blogdience. You will know the truth of my absence from posting and learn the immensely secretive actions which were undertaken during that time. You will marvel at my adventures, revel in my successes, and recoil at my

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Hello all. I am a guy who can write real good. Things just flow from my fingers through the keyboard and BLAMMO words appear. They usually make sense. Seriously. Sometimes, though, I'm faced with a situation where I have absolutely no idea what I'm going to write about until I start writing it.This, luckilly, is not one of those situations.You might think that I'm just rambling, or I'm making

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I suppose, as a nerd, I'm supposed to find things like this utterly hilarious, but I did not. However, it produced a chuckle or two.This was mildly amusing.Enjoy. Or don't. I don't care.

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One of the things I hear most often is this:"What's wrong with you?"While slightly demoralizing, it leads me to great introspection and self-examination. Redundant, yes.Thus begins the project: I shall slowly fill in all missed days of my blog, which, if you are feeling adventurous, you may hunt for. Otherwise, it will be work that will otherwise go unnoticed by my fandom."OH, GLORY BE, MY LOVE

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Guess who's back, back again? Tango's back, tell a friend. And so on, and so forth...The tiny robot that lives in my head is taking a nap at the moment, which leaves me free to type whatever I want:Toronto was entertaining, and I spent a lot of money. We went the ROM, ate a lot of food, and relaxed in the Hotel Hot Tub on numerous occasions. Surprisingly, though, the Heavenly bed that the Westin

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One of the nicest parts about going away is that, a lot of the times, you get to see people you don't normally spend time with.Lynn and I spent time with HisGrace's brother, D. Del Dago, and their respective female counterparts. We had a great dinner, made jokes, and generally felt like a group of adults.Dear God, this vacation has just cemented the finality of my own life, and the eventuality of

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We arrived at our destination without trouble, though Lynn's penchant for holding my hand while I'm driving is somewhat troublesome; I usually have a corndog or other edible item in my hand, making driving fairly problematic.The hotel is great; I'm acquaintences with the Front Office Manager, and he hooked us up nicely. I always feel as though I'm imposing, but as Lynn says (God Bless her heart),

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Headed up to Toronto for a few days; this should prove entertaining and interesting for a few reasons:1) It's the first trip away from home with The Girlfriend, Lynn.2) I'm paying $62 a night for a 5 Star hotel room, and get 50% off all my meals.3) I'll be able to hang out with my buddies D. Del Dego & His Grace's Brother.4) I'm going to buy my comic books before hand, to take on my trip!5) I'm

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What is this human emotion called "wuv?"Are you sure it says "wuv?" It probably says "love."No, "wuv." Earth "w," Earth "u", Earth "v."Graaarrgh! This concept of "wuv" confuses and infuriates us!-- Lurr, Ruler of Omicron Persei 8 & WifeSt. Valentine's Day: The stupidest "holiday" ever.If you love someone, truly, madly, deeply, then you needn't an annual excuse to show him or her that you do. No

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Today is that day.Beware of women wishing you a Happy [The Day Whose Name Shall Not Be Spoken], as if it were Christmas, New Year's, or even Easter.Beware of expensive impulse purchases at all stores.Beware of people gabbing incessently about things they are doing for their significant other.Beware of restaurants, their inflated prices, and their 5 hours waits.Beware of The Day Whose Name Shall

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Do you have a few extra thousand dollars that you'd like to spend, or do you know a group or consortium of individuals that would like to make a fantastic one day investment?Bid on Any of These AuctionsJack Tango Presents The Boston GardenKeep your eye out for February 28th to see what Fark.com has chosen as their name...**Mysterious Link from the Future....Oooohh...scarrrryyyy...

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My town recently had a Massive, Unprecendented Chiliganza Cook-Offinator, Designed to Rock the City's Foundation to it's Very Core.(Really, that was the name of the contest.* The Municipality's marketing department will change once I'm in charge. That, my friends, is a story for another time.)There were only two things of note from this particular event, both of which I will go into varying

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Welcome to another installment of Random Rumours and Rumblings: The Web's Hottest Jack Tango Rumour Site. Just one tidbit for our readers today -- it proves a bit interesting.Without further adieu, here's the mildly cryptic scoop from one of our alert informants:Jack was overheard talking to a friend of his passed on to me by a friend of a friend of a coworker of a buddy of a guy who I went to

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In a surprising turn of events today, Jack's boss chose neither applicant for the available job, instead deciding to save the money and have Armac take on the role in an "acting" position. Both sides declined comment. Then, in a not-so-surprising move, I undeclined my declination of comment. Here's the deal: Big Boss told Armac and myself -- separately -- that neither one of us was getting the

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It's come to this: I'm sitting at home, nursing a cold; I feel like complete and utter crap, much like my friend HisGrace, but as a Super-Genius once told me, "You've got to suck it up when there's things that need to be done." "Enough with the gratuitous plugs, Jack, we're here to read about you!" Let it never be said that I am not gracious toward my viewing blogdience. Today I will be

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"I like popular music. I'm a culture whore who grasps at the invisible fabric that wraps itself around our society, tethering us together with a seemingly intangible connector of similitudes and familiarity." If this phrase describes you -- and you know that it does, culture whore -- then you need to broaden your tastes a little. Do it before I beat you. In today's installment of Jack Tells You

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So I received my first ever blog-related complaint, paraphrased here: "Jack, you disappoint me. You haven't updated your blog in over a week. I'm pulling my hair out with anticipation. Update it soon or I will hurt you. Hugs and kisses."I, officially, have the weirdest fans ever. But I digress -- sometimes life gets in the way of one's ability to update his Secret Online Journal of All Things

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Okay, so now that you know how I feel about comic books, it may surprise you to learn that I do not feel the same way about comic book related memorabilia. I've never been interested in spending way too much money on things that don't offer the same type of enjoyment with the product they're associated with. Until this: DC Comics is releasing a series of figures (the aforementioned Superman,

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I alluded to this in a previous post, but I'm forced to ask this question again. I turn to you, my dutiful blogdience, to answer my query. But first, a bit of set-up: I read comic books. It's exactly what you're thinking. The ones with the super-heroes, who fly, bend steel with their hands, change the course of mighty rivers, and fight giant apes all the time. Those books. I could go into the

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So I just found out that my manager will be soon leaving our company. If the opportunity arises that her position is open for any to apply, I will do so. I would very much like to own a house and actually be somewhat of an adult. I need to take the time to reconstruct my resume and apply a strong focus toward this new position. I have some minor fears: What the hell will I be doing? and Whoa,

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I've been watching an awful lot of movies lately. This is because my girlfriend enjoys watching movies. I am discovering more and more how simple her tastes are, and how wonderful it will be to not have to go overboard exiting her every single day. She is the type of person where the little things truly will count. Anyway, back on topic. In the last little while, I have watched (in no

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I have some of the best friends in the world, and I'm not just saying this because they're all reading my blog. YOU ROCK HARD, FRIENDS. MY NIPPLES ARE HARD THINKING ABOUT YOU. My closest group of friends formed when summoned by the mystical alien Zed, who... Y'know, I think I'm going to be serious for once. Most of my friends have known me, and vice versa, since my first year of high school --

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The Christmas Holidays are always a joyous and wondrous time, but also a huge sociological experiment for all to appreciate. Take, for example, the traditional Christmas dinner. Every family has a routine to their dinner, and mine is no different. People start to complain about the temperature of the room, where it shifts from being Antarctically cold to Equatorially hot; the music is

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Best of the Day; A Quote: "Aurrhhh...I've always wanted to eat Batman...but now... I don't know where to begin." ~ Gorilla Grodd, JLA: Classified #2 More people should read comics.

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A true story: A long time ago -- about 2000 years -- Joseph was travelling with his suspiciously pregnant wife to Bethlehem, because Herod wanted to tax them. And lo, Jesus was born in the stable behind the Holiday Inn Express (they had to stay in the stable because Joseph hadn't booked ahead). Shepherds came from the fields and presented Jesus with the only thing they had: A foul smell. 3

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What makes blogging such so interesting? And why, of all things, did we pick such a lazy word to describe it? I mean, really, "blog?" It's like we're not trying to be creative any longer. This ranks up with "chillax" and "phat" as Words That Seem Better Than They Actually Are. Regardless, we blog. You blog. Everyone blogs. It's blogdamonium! Oddly, when I mentioned my blog to any of the number

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Drivers may have to start wearing pants again... It's a sad day in the province of Ontario. Pray for the pantless, my friends.

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