Kevin's Watch

Well, I'm still far behind you.

Not if you keep getting donations of at least 5K WGDs a day...

But, it's OK.
I can deal...

*sigh*

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...gack...

Make that donations of 7K WGDs a day.

Way to go, Jenn.

I once soaked someones hiking boots in a creek, peed in them and stuffed them full of peanut butter, dirt, leaves, and rocks. It just happens that we had hiked 10 miles into a national forest and I knew that he would have to wear them on the 10 mile hike out the next day, or go bear foot. That is what the shit ass got for constantly picking on me and several other Boy Scouts in our troop.

On another trip he got into my backpack, took all my clothes and threw them in the lake while I was fishing. Unfortunately for him I was armed with an unopened can of CocaCola when I discovered what had happened. As he was taunting me I threw the can of Coke at his head Roger Clemmons style from about 4 feet away and it opened a deep gash about 4 inches long across his forehead. He got stitches, I got a slap on the wrist because the Scoutmasters knew that he had it coming and Chris Tucker never messed with me again.

Time: the week before Christmas

Setting: 3rd floor of a mall parking lot

Act of Spite:
Someone in a brand new shiny sports car, I think it was a Camaro or a Firebird or something, *illegally* parked in a spot that didn't exist and so close to my drivers door that I could only get in through the passenger side.
Now my car was what you'd expect a $200 car back in 1989 to be.
I didn't care about it at all.
I opened my drivers side door into the car beside me about 50 times.
I was using my legs to pound it into that shiny new car.
It was probably someone's Christmas present, I didn't care.
By the time I left it looked like a tank had crushed the whole passenger side.
I wish I had lit it on fire.
Merry Christmas.

Okay, here is an act of kindness done to me today:

I haven't met any of you and in fact have just joined KW recently. As a result "we" don't know each other very well. (Though I certainly look forward to getting to know you fine folks. All good things in time as they say!) But what you need to know about me for the sake of this story is that I don't accept things well ... meaning things like gifts. Don't get me wrong. I absolutely love giving things to others. It is just ... well at the risk of seeming like I enjoy babbling about myself here is the scoop.

When I was young (10 to 12ish) our family hit some financial hard times. Now don't get me wrong. No whining here. Plenty of people had/have it far far far worse than we did. In fact all things considered I think I am pretty darn lucky. Anyway let's just say that for some years we were all pretty routinely hungry. Then one day my mother asks me to go to our church's convent. (For the non-Catholics here this is the place where the nuns live.) I get there and one of my nun teachers hands me a box of groceries, looks me in the eye and tells me that it takes a big person to know when to ask for help.

Although surprised I had no issue or ill feelings towards my parents for being in this situation. But for some reason it did make me very determined not to have to rely on others. So although I sincerely appreciated the gift and it reinforced the value of generosity in me it somehow represented failure. Hey, no parent wants to see their children hungry. Anyway that has stayed with me for many years now. Me and "getting gifts" still aren't close friends.

So now back to today. In the WGD thread some folks were helping me understand how some of the "items" and associated transactions work here at KW. (Thanks again, guys!) So a little later in the day I get a PM from someone (a fine person who shall remain nameless) offering me an item as a gift. Despite being very touched and appreciative my standard reaction was to politely decline the generous offer. But then I stopped, thought about it, and decided to try to loosen up a little bit (at least just this once) and start letting that go.

So was the "small act of kindness" the gift of the item? No. I know that many at KW do this all the time. I will undoubtedly give it away myself some day. The act of kindness was helping me grow a little bit and leave that childhood memory behind. And whether the giver knew it or not, that act wasn't so small at all.

Three lessons here: #1. Jenn has a thing for making men touch wieners #2. Don't leave your boots outside your tent if you have pissed me off, and #3. HLT is a psycho.

Ohhh, that's evil.
I like it, but that's evil.

During football practice in school, the head coach was in a bad mood one day and vented out his foul attitude on the team.
Five of us snuck out to the parking lot and picked-up his little Austin Healey and set it down between two trees.
There was about one foot of clearance from each bumper.
(First time I seen a 30-point turn)

As is typical for me, I had posted earlier in over reaction to something that I thought was aimed at me. THIS IS NOT THE CASE. I had thought my "donate" button was deleted, but was not thinking straight and forgot I was on the account that I was looking for the button on. d'uh...

I had deleted the post, but apparently not fast enough. My apologies to Cameraman Jenn, who may have suffered because of this.

This thread is so.......beautiful! I'm sure I have thousands of stories, but the one I remember best is when I was in my late teens, working on my '61 Chevy. I had this annoying friend who lived a few houses down the street who wanted to do some annoying thing, and he wanted me to do it with him, but frankly the crap he liked doing was way less interesting than crawling under the dash and fixing the lights or turn signal or whatever it was I was fixing at the moment. So Grant took a screw I had lying on the seat and started poking an oil can I had lying on the floor with it, trying to see how hard he could poke it before it sprung a leak. I told him to quit repeatedly, but of course he wouldn't. Then another friend, Sammy pulled up in the driveway with a bunch of guys in the car, one leaning out the window with a baseball bat in his hand. Sammy asked if I wanted to go smash mailboxes with them, but I said no, I had to work on my car. Then he asked me if there were any specific mailboxes in the neighborhood that I'd like to see smashed....I said Yeah, Grant's! THey pulled out of the driveway, Grant jumped out of my car and started running after them, and about 15 seconds passed before I heard the lovely sound of a Louisville slugger sending a mailbox to deep left.

Andy, that was truly beautiful.

High Lord Tolkien wrote:Time: the week before Christmas

Setting: 3rd floor of a mall parking lot

Act of Spite:
Someone in a brand new shiny sports car, I think it was a Camaro or a Firebird or something, *illegally* parked in a spot that didn't exist and so close to my drivers door that I could only get in through the passenger side.
Now my car was what you'd expect a $200 car back in 1989 to be.
I didn't care about it at all.
I opened my drivers side door into the car beside me about 50 times.
I was using my legs to pound it into that shiny new car.
It was probably someone's Christmas present, I didn't care.
By the time I left it looked like a tank had crushed the whole passenger side.
I wish I had lit it on fire.
Merry Christmas.

For bad parking? Holy shit, dude. Just leave a passive-aggressive note or something.

Too nasty to get into details.

Let's just say that the salient points were stolen girlfriend, stolen concert tickets, spiked punch, and a pillowcase full of poop.

Don't mess with my woman.

Sunbaneglasses wrote: HLT is a psycho.

I've gotten better as I've gotten older.
I think.....

High Lord Tolkien wrote:

Sunbaneglasses wrote: HLT is a psycho.

I've gotten better as I've gotten older.
I think.....

Improvements in psychosis? How to interpret this?

dw aka Brother Charn

Very nice, Andy!

For my daily act of kindness, I made my decadent brownies for a coworker who did something that indirectly benefitted me. Maybe it isn't kindness, but it's gratitude for sure!

Sunbaneglasses wrote:He got stitches, I got a slap on the wrist because the Scoutmasters knew that he had it coming and Chris Tucker never messed with me again.

I'd say he got the last laugh on you. He's famous now.

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Brother Charn wrote:

High Lord Tolkien wrote:

Sunbaneglasses wrote: HLT is a psycho.

I've gotten better as I've gotten older.
I think.....

Improvements in psychosis? How to interpret this?

Well, today if I did something like that I would be a lot quicker and would only leave a small dent.



One other thing I like to do is to ask for dollar coins when I'm at the bank.
Now I'm armed with "coins of confusion".
You see, most young kids (and adults it seems) at the cash registers have never seen a dollar coin.
I hand it to them and watch the expressions they get on their faces.
Usually they think it's a quarter, which is acceptable.
Most then question if it's real or if it's Canadian, which is still ok to me, not too much fun though.
Then the magic starts.
Sometimes they call for the manager to see if they can take it, which amuses me.
Sometimes they just take it as a dollar and toss it in the cash register drawer, which is no fun at all.
But sometimes....a lot actually....after the manager tells them it's ok I get to see the growing panic on their face from not knowing where to put it in the drawer!
It's awesome.
They don't want to ask their manager again but they don't know where to put it.
And twice I got the holy grail, neither the manager nor the cashier knew whether they could take it or where it went in the drawer and had to ask another manager.