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Life Observation # 6

Children seldom misquote you. In fact, they usually repeat word for word what you shouldn't have said. Ice

Alaska might have figured out politics . . .

Without much pomp and circumstance . . . well maybe just a little. See Anchorage Daily News Story. Bryce Edgmon and Rep. Carl Moses were deadlocked with 767 votes each after last month's primary election. A gold-and-silver commemorative coin spun through the air Monday and landed on a sea otter pelt -- tails up -- giving challenger Bryce Edgmon the win. It's the first time since Alaska ’s statehood that a coin toss has decided a state race. I wonder how many people in that district are asking themselves, “My vote wouldn’t have made a difference.” Fair or not, it is another example of the quirkiness of Life in the Last Frontier . You gotta love it as an example to cut costs in campaigning for office. Now what to do with the Sea Otter Pelt that gave his life to decide this election? Ice

Life Observation # 5

Vegetarian = Eskimo term meaning: Lousy hunter in Alaska . Ice

Politics, Sex, and Music . . .

Does life in Washington D.C. actually resemble an endless round of Crossfire ? Or does it just seem that way from the boonies here in Alaska ? Life is not Crossfire . The mid term elections are just around the corner . . . What in the hell are they all thinking . . . On all sides . . . I think the only problem with elections is that in the end you have to finally end up electing somebody! Ice

Icewind’s instructions on “How to Poop At Work” . . .

Let me assure you the following post is probably tasteless to some but is in the “normal” realm of my thinking. Most would probably feel the same way also if you had the time to spend thinking about such things. But this is my blog so I’ll fire this one off anyway. This is one of those "GUY POSTS" . One of those sick tasteless bits of satire dressed up as humor, but in reality is probably humorless. Bathroom Humor as it were, that one place when even at home alone, some would tend to shut and lock the door . . . for fear the dust mites or some other invisible creature might be lurking about and hear us doing our business, much less the dreaded farting, my Icewind trademark. But oh, if the moment strikes when at the workplace, there are rules that must be followed or at least considered. HOW TO POOP AT WORK: We've all been there, but don't like to admit it. We’ve all kicked back in our cubicles and suddenly felt something brewing down below. As much as we t