Spencer Miller

ground floor

2005-12-27T17:52:03Z

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i'd like to start an alpaca ranch with my friends. who's in?

www.ilovealpacas.com
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work

2005-10-24T14:46:25Z

sooner or later

2005-10-10T21:56:52Z

if you see a red X or something like that try clicking on it and see if the picture loads. let me know if it works.

review the bible

2005-09-17T23:03:43Z

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go to amazon.com and read customer reviews of the bible. here is one of my favorite:

Simplistic design, simplistic story, August 30, 2005

Reviewer: Miss Anthropy "Miss Anthropy" (here and there) - See all my reviews

As someone who has read this "great" work several times, both as a child and as an adult, I have to say once you open the minimalist black leather cover you will find that it is one of the most contradictory, melodramatic and poorly written works ever produced. While early on the story is somewhat interesting primarily for the grotesque nature of the plot early on, this book quickly devolves into a narrative of unremitting tedium and gratuitous violence. Perhaps, that is only to be expected given its painfully simplistic retelling of Sumerian, Egyptian, Chinese and hodge-podge of Hebrew mythology, which is blended with a generous helping of Platonic philosophy and esoteric apocalyptica.

On the one hand the reader is faced with the daunting task of plowing through pages of pointless genealogical chronicle "as so and so begat so and so" repeated ad nauseum, interspersed between accounts of the supernatural protagonist's attempts to pummel his human guinea pigs into everlasting submission. When these clichéd designs don't pan out, God, the primary character of the story, even goes so far as too bring forth a great flood as a last resort, in an attempt to kill all but the most timid and easily controllable servants. However even this extreme measure is an utter failure as it is undone by the seemingly ubiquitous "bad seed". Following this disastrous attempt to regain control over his minions God's muddled plan quickly spirals out of control, eventually leading to an orgy of fire, brimstone, murder, meyhem, plagues and pestilence, which crescendos in his hackneyed threat to destroy all of creation and lock everyone up in one of two metaphysical prisons (heaven and hell). Eventually, the humans in the story get so tired of God's petty megalomania and sociopathic behavior, they lure him to Earth-he transmutates into a man like Zeus was apt to do-and taking a page out of his own book, humiliate, torture and finally put him to death.

Not surprisingly, however, with a twist right out of the most melodramatic of Victorian Novels, a la Charles Dickens, it turns out that God had simply change into human form for the purpose of getting himself killed and afterward returns to his metaphysical abode unscathed-yeah, that's the ticket. This scene makes the exploits of even the most far-fetched pulp hero pale in comparison. At this point the plot devolves into what amounts to a confusing, if not, altogether incomprehensible descent into gibberish, which is rendered in the form of fantastic apocalyptic dreams, visions and ramblings that rivals the most bizarre opium-induced visions of Samuel Taylor Coleridge and Aleister Crowley.

For all its pomp and circumstance the Bible fails miserably in inspiring anything but a distressing ennui, except in the most simple-minded and disturbed of readers. Its fundamental tenets are the absurdest fancy, a world turned upside down, a mythological buffoonery, its contents being the hollowest and most senseless display of words ever lapped up by simpletons, while its presentation being the most repulsive and nonsensical rubbish ever put to paper, recalling the moonlit rantings of a bedlamite.

While some steadfastly claim that this book provides solace and peace, I could not find any. Instead, what I did find was an almost unending parade of debauchery, destruction, violence and death. All in all, this book is at best a horrible pseudo-horror novel, which mindlessly rehashes themes better left to Stephen King, Anne Rice and H.P. Lovecraft. Finally, I offer a closing warning in regards to the reading of this work, which has been known to cause confusion, self-loathing, feelings of worthlessness, erratic behavior, delusions of grandeur and extreme violence in its readers, proceed only if in sound mental health. But, if you don't get around to reading it you will not be missing much and will probably be a lot better off and happy for it anyway.
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wo ai mao

2005-09-08T04:08:04Z

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http://www.extremely-sharp.com/direct/catvideo.html
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what's with these people

2005-09-08T00:25:19Z

A COMMON SCENE. PICTURE

a parking lot with slanted spaces so traffic flows unilaterally. when backing out of such a space you cannot see approaching traffic until you are about halfway out.

so this is what happened TWO WEEKS AGO:

i backed slowly from my space, looking over my shoulder the entire time. as soon as i saw a taxi behind me, i pulled back into my space to let it pass. the taxi driver stopped behind my car and stared at me, much as one gorilla might stare at another to issue a challenge. i smiled pleasantly and waited for him to pass.

REACTION

when challenged openly i almost always react. it's a weakness i'm working on. i pulled out behind the taxi. while he drove to the end of the row of cars to turn around, i cut in-between two cars and waited. when he approached i pushed sharply on the gas, aiming my vehicle at his driver's side door. he saw me, panicked, and jerked to the right, almost hitting a parked car.

i know that was extremely immature and could have ended in accident, injury or death.

EARLIER TODAY

in the same parking lot, this time very crowded, i pulled out slowly and saw a car waiting behind me. there was plenty of space so i continued pulling out so she could have my parking spot. with about a car length between us she honked her horn for a full two seconds. to me, that's pretty extreme. i would only honk my horn like that if someone were about to run over a litter of kittens. i looked back and she was waving her left palm in front of her face, flicking me off. i laughed, shook my head and drove on. she then pulled into the spot i left her.

cammies not panties

2005-09-06T12:41:52Z

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chelsey called from iraq at three this morning. good to hear from her but i was droning. she says she's coming back next week. near the end of the conversation we were talking about linking up while she's on leave and i thought she said, "it'll be great - i won't be wearing any panties". i repeated the last sentence in disbelief and she corrected me, "cammies, spencer, cammies. to clear up future confusion, i will never talk with you about my panties". funny stuff.

now i'm tired.
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extremists turn me off

2005-09-04T05:59:05Z

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on his website michael moore published an open letter to bush. it's a brilliant and just satire of our evil president. bush is completely responsible for the disaster in new orleans; to suggest pointing the finger of responsibility at any level of government lower than the president is a transparent republican ploy. whose fault is it that new orleans had no evacuation or emergency plans? president bush's.

if we hadn't gone to war with iraq this disaster would have been prevented. the money we've spent on bullets would have been used to construct stronger levees nationwide (of course). every deployed soldier would have been on US soil, in New Orleans, to form an unbreakable human chain and block the water from the busted levee. there would have been 3.6 helicopters on call for each stranded person.

what i'm going to write in the next sentence pains me, as it is the greatest direliction of duty in US history. why didn't bush fly to new orleans during the hurricane and offer comforting words to his frightened constituents? the answer is obvious: he wants to exterminate the poor and blacks. "good. gooooood! let 'em drown, they didn't vote for me anyhow! hahahah!" -bush.

what really touches me is the young black woman i just saw on tv. "they (the national guard) given us these mre's, or something, called ready-to-eats, but they ain't food at all. i can't eat this mess. i need real food!" yes, MRE's are what our deployed soldiers eat 2-3 times a day for the months/years of their deployment, they're what i eat every time i go to camp mackall, but hell, we signed up for that. national guard, drive that military grub away and come back when you've got "real food".
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AAR

2005-08-15T00:12:29Z

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LONGROPE

imagine a rope 1 lightyear long stretched taut in a vacuum, one end tied to a wagon and a person holding the other. if the person pulls on the rope, won't the wagon move towards the person instantly? won't his energy effect the wagon infinitely faster than the speed of light?

i woke up thinking about that. i feel it's significant but i'm not sure why.

WA

that's where i am now. i didn't have time to say personal goodbyes to carolina friends. my relatives in WA have completely accepted me into their family. i've spent the past two weekends with them, exploring the natural beauty of olympic national park.

CHINESE

class starts tomorrow. right now i have a positive, cheerio, can-do attitude towards it.

SOCIAL RULES

from "Signals: How to Use Body Language For Power, Success and Love" by Allan Pease.

Crowding at concerts, movies, in elevators, trains, or buses results in unavoidable intrusion into other perople's intimate zones, and reactions to this invasion are interesting to observe. There is a list of unwritten rules that people in Western cultures follow rigidly when faced with a crowded situation such as a packed elevator or bus. These rules include:

1. you are not permitted to speak to anyone, including
a person you know.

2. you must avoid eye contact w/ others at all times.

3. you are to maintain a 'poker face' - no emotion is
permitted to be displayed.

4. if you have a book or newspaper you must appear to
be deeply engrossed in it.

5. the bigger the crowd the less body movement you are
permitted to make.

6. in elevators, you are compelled to watch the floor
numbers over your head.

so funny because it's so true.
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tripin, s&m '05

2005-07-31T02:52:52Z

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vrooooooom vroooooooooooom! - evelin
smiles - all
oh hail! - evelin
oh hell! - spencer
what is the name of that mountain? - megan
what kind of training is required to be a master brewery taster? - megan
you ask great questions - spencer
you suck snape! - spencer and megan
beep beep, mmm beep beep, yeah! - evelin
fin!
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IT COUPLES, NEVER LETTING GO

2005-06-22T20:00:30Z

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STANDING, ALL STANDING

a word of advice. if you go to high-risk SERE - survival and POW school - don't wear dogtags that list your religious preference as "Jedi Knight". you may or may not end up being blindfolded and beaten while your captors helpfully suggest you 'use the force' to dodge their blows.

GREENIE BEANIE

i was issued my green beret and special forces tab today. they're giving me everything i need from bragg before i clear the base. by the end of july i'll be living in WA. wrote sarah childers and she responded immediately and warmly. i'm comforted to know i have at least one friend in the area.

SERE

dropped in the woods with nothing i'm confident i could significantly prolong my death.

oh yes, my parents are moving to tampa, FL in a couple months. when i leave NC in july i'll *probably* never return. if anyone wants to meet or hang out, neat. lemme know.

it pays respects
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at long last it's crashed

2005-05-17T10:52:30Z

its colossal mass is broken up into bits in my moat.

14 months of training and the end is finally in sight. i'm just back from phase IV, robin sage

the army assigned me to 1st special forces group, which covers the asian theatre. (hear that elysium?- i'll soon be playing in a theatre near you) tenatively, the rest of my training will go thus:

2 weeks recovery, then 3 weeks of SERE

sometime after SERE i'll fly to seattle to study mandarin chinese at UW. chinese is the only language not taught by the military at bragg, so i'll have the unexpected pleasure of being a college student again for at least half a year.

after language training i'll receive a yarborough knife, a special forces tab, and a green beret. a bus will take me south to ft lewis where i will report to my a-team.

(of course this is the army, everything can change on a whim.)

ATTN Cat Lovers

2005-03-06T15:21:33Z

My Cat Jeoffry

warning sign

2005-02-23T02:52:15Z

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Ooo Ahh AIRBORNE

tomorrow we jump. i've never jumped this type aircraft and i've never used this style parachute. i hope the cadre gives a refresher/familiarization course.

CHELSEY

's base was attacked this weekend. no casualties but a fuel tank went up in a tremendous explosion. she's guarding convoys every few days.

ELYSE

did you get the care package i sent you? do you get the e-mail i send you? which e-mail address are you using now?
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personality profile of a special forces operator:

2005-02-18T13:51:20Z

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"The typical commando is a man with an above average to high IQ who is extremely fit. He is a man who on the surface seems hard, callous, and emotionally indifferent. In truth, he is an extremely emotional and compassionate person. He is often obsessed with winning. He hates to lose, but is rarely willing to cheat or lie to win. He holds himself to a very high standard of honor and integrity and despises people who lie and lack character. He would, without thought or hesitation, give his life to save the life of a fellow commando. His biggest fear is that he will have wasted his life by not pushing himself hard enough. He despises people who live their lives unjustly. He dislikes politicians and bureaucrats and displays an open an animosity towards them. He is trained to kill in a lethal and efficient manner and, over time, comes to accept it as a just and reasonable way to solve a problem. If you can convince him that a person is bad enough, he will pull the trigger with a clear conscience. Of course, there are exceptions to this, but for the most part this is the norm."
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be my angel

2005-02-09T13:20:22Z

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and the radio played drops of juniper, hanging by a moment, and your eyes, one after the other, and it wasn't fair.

i woke up this morning with you on my mind. last night i turned you (a la possum kingdom) and you were my blushing bride.

red, but with the wrong cast.
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hail to your dark skin!

2005-01-22T22:27:47Z

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CONTRA DANCING

oh man, that was the most fun i've had in a long time. the regulars helped me learn the moves and by the end of most dances i felt halfway coordinated and graceful. i don't think i've ever been in such a relaxed and friendly social environment. and i know i've never had such success with women. i only asked three girls to dance; for every other dance women asked me. since erin i've thought i was physically attractive but i have never received as many compliments on my looks as i did last night.

i'm "buff", "strong-looking", "charming", "very attractive", "very handsome", "have a great ass", "have pretty eyes", "an attractive smile", etc. one girl even asked if she could feel my arms and shoulders. i felt beautiful.

a foreign exchange student (switzerland) i danced with asked if i had a girlfriend. i told her there were no females in my training program and that this was one of the rare occassions in the past year i'd interacted with women. she mulled that over for a minute and asked innocently, "in your training...do the men...date other men?". i almost collapsed from laughter.

i danced mostly with older women b/c they asked me. they seemed so happy and grateful to be dancing with me; i felt like i was making their night.

i can't wait to go again.

IRONY OF IRONIES

on the way to contra dancing (battle buddy) mike sanabria and i talked about the most awkward situations we'd ever been in. he asked for the most awkward situation that could develop at the dance. i answered immediately, "if (my ex-gf) michelle showed up".

well, she did.

i was shocked to see her. knowing i'd have to talk with her sooner or later, i approached her immediately and asked if i could have the next dance. she wasn't pleased to see me. (an aside - i've tried hard not to talk bad about michelle or call her names, even though i think she was unneccessarily cruel to me before and during our break-up. however, she earned what's coming.) michelle was queen ice bitch last night. she went out of her way to be rude and insulting to me, avoiding eye-contact, answering my ingratiating comments/questions either with a word or not at all, walking away while i was talking to her, ignoring me in front of her friends when i tried to say goodnight at the end of the dance.

that was annoying but it let me see her objectively for the first time. immaturity makes her look pretty ugly.
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spencermiller @ 2005-01-20T12:19:00

2005-01-20T17:33:03Z

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ASAP

im going contra dancing. with our without lauren. look for me, ill be dancing like a young patrick swayze.

im going to a radiohead concert. next time they play during the weekend on the east coast. any takers for that road trip?
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Elyse is the greatest person in the world

2005-01-07T13:37:03Z

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because, among other things, she sent me a package. i haven't opened the package or even seen it, but it awaits me in wake forest.

thank you elyse.

:-*
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cold shmold

2004-11-03T16:12:25Z

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MACKALL, CAMP

the bathrooms are made of stainless steel. in most ways camp mackall is several centuries backwards, but not those shitters; they inspire me. someone had a dream, a stainless steel dream: mirrors, toilets, urinals, sinks, walls, everything. a few million dollars and a few months construction have made that dream come true. and it's so easy to clean, you just need a hose.

i graduated special forces primary leadership development/basic non-commissioned officers course (pldc/bnoc). now i know how to march others, iron my uniform, and polish boots until they shine like black glass. skills that may save my life some day, more likely in a domestic setting rather than in the military. we attended a lot of classes, took a few tests, and delivered a military briefing.

next week i'm returning to mackall to live and train in the woods for 35 days. that's okay, the forest feels like home.

MAS, CHRIST

anybody have christmas plans with room for one more? i'm told christmas exodus runs 19 DEC 04 until 02 JAN 05. there's no way i'm going to spend all that time in wake forest and i'd rather not be alone. if you want to try to include me in your plans i might be able to tag along and i'll certainly be grateful. (btw, i'm a fucking squared away hiker/camper, if that's what you're planning.)

i'll be around until sunday.
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spencermiller @ 2004-02-23T09:04:00

2004-02-23T15:42:04Z

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erin and i are going to see the passion of the christ wednesday at 7.

sarah wants me to tell her about it as long as i promise not to give away the ending.
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quarterly review

2004-02-18T18:13:27Z

MENE

it started rough, nearly so to make me quit. but then magic, two times!

first, the army bestowed purpose.

second, evelin returned me to me.

thanks to friends and lovers for being friendly and lovely. generosity is immortal.

HANSON

i'll postpictures on my website and send you the link. or, if you'd rather, i'll send you the dinner pictures now. lemme know.

SHAMAN

who are you?

mountainward this weekend with sarah c. climb, hike, and celebrate. my penultimate civilian weekend well spent.

PORNOGRAPHIC PRIEST

To NORA
Dublin 8 December 1909

My sweet little whorish Nora I did as you told me, you dirty little girl, and pulled myself off twice when I read your letter. I am delighted to see that you do like being fucked arseways. Yes, now I can remember that night when I fucked you for so long backwards. It was the dirtiest fucking I ever gave you, darling. My prick was stuck in you for hours, fucking in and out under your upturned rump. I felt your fat sweaty buttocks under my belly and saw your flushed face and mad eyes. At every fuck I gave you your shameless tongue came bursting out through your lips and if a gave you a bigger stronger fuck than usual, fat dirty farts came spluttering out of your backside. You had an arse full of farts that night, darling, and I fucked them out of you, big fat fellows, long windy ones, quick little merry cracks and a lot of tiny little naughty farties ending in a long gush from your hole. It is wonderful to fuck a farting woman when every fuck drives one out of her. I think I would know Nora's fart anywhere. I think I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women. It is a rather girlish noise not like the wet windy fart which I imagine fat wives have. It is sudden and dry and dirty like what a bold girl would let off in fun in a school dormitory at night. I hope Nora will let off no end of her farts in my face so that I may know their smell also.

You say when I go back you will suck me off and you want me to lick your cunt, you little depraved blackguard. I hope you will surprise me some time when I am asleep dressed, steal over to me with a whore's glow in your slumberous eyes, gently undo button after button in the fly of my trousers and gently take out your lover's fat mickey, lap it up in your moist mouth and suck away at it till it gets fatter and stiffer and comes off in your mouth. Sometimes too I shall surprise you asleep, lift up your skirts and open your drawers gently, then lie down gently by you and begin to lick lazily round your bush. You will begin to stir uneasily then I will lick the lips of my darling's cunt. You will begin to groan and grunt and sigh and fart with lust in your sleep. Then I will lick up faster and faster like a ravenous dog until your cunt is a mass of slime and your body wriggling wildly.

Goodnight, my little farting Nora, my dirty little fuckbird! There is one lovely word, darling, you have underlined to make me pull myself off better. Write me more about that and yourself, sweetly, dirtier, dirtier.

JIM [James Joyce]

for more: http://www.arlindo-correia.com/joyce.html

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tea for two

2004-01-05T03:35:20Z

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if u r n the mood 4 a feel-good feminist movie featuring a bastard character named spencer, watch la sonrisa de mona lisa.

reminded me of an on-again-off-again high school flame, melissa. on-again she picked spencer's mountain 2 read & report 2 r english class. off-again her report began: "this book is about a family of hicks named spencer".

1 day n adv chem:

she: that's a nice class ring, spence. you know, girls typically wear rings. maybe ur gay.
me: you know, girls typically have breasts. maybe ur a guy.

cheers and good health mel.

waiting for a call that won't come unless my siblings stop using the phone. or am i supposed to call her? tricky.

oh oh oh oh
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spencermiller @ 2003-10-15T17:44:00

2003-10-15T21:48:56Z

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if instead of being crucified jesus had been fed to pigs, would pig replace cross as christianity's symbol?
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2003-10-10T13:54:01Z

does anyone know where the love of god goes when the waves turn minutes to hours?