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Ya know, some people are pretty good at making the "scientific" data lie. Why don't you try it? Just sort of reprogram your life. Go back to the previous life when you invented the wheel and continue on to the future where you have invented honest politicians and women and men who comprehend each other. Let me know when you're done.
 

Oddly enough, the line of your graph bears a striking resemblance to the topography of the Pacific Ocean floor. Specifically, the Marianas Trench in the South Pacific.

I believe what this means, BOJ, is that you will achieve total happiness if you go deep-sea diving.
 

You caught me, I drew a straight line from Luzon, Phillipines to Paso Robles, California and just drew the ocean contour.

I did live really close to the Marianas trench when I was much younger. Does that count for anything?
 

It all counts!

What was your average attitude at the time?
 

I was just looking at saved waypoints on my GPS. Most of the ones around the RC were just over 3000 feet. The ones here in Cheyenne are just over 6000 feet (the arm of Crazy Horse is just 300 feet higher than where I'm living now). I had a bunch of waypoints from the LBC still in there, the two places I lived (Reisdences #23 & # 24) were both under 60 feet, but a bar where I played pool was, as far as the GPS is concerned, 20 feet below sea level. Funny, I don't remember having to dodge any bluefin tuna when I was lining up a shot....
 

It's interesting that your lowest point was your divorce being final. My divorce is final next Wednesday and I FEEL GOOD!!! Next Wed is also Norwegian Independence Day, for me kind of a fun coincidence. And I recently set my heart free from the one who has held it in bondage!!!

Yessss!!!

I have decided not to shave my head, not get another tattoo, and not get pierced anywhere. Instead, I pulled my ten year anniversary ring out of hiding and had the diamonds reset in a different ring. I feel good!

And last weekend I was guessed at more than ten years younger than my calendar age! By a relatively sober young man, at that. That was fun.
 

My lowest point was that my divorce was final and that the first woman goodly enough to, a-hem, enjoy my advances decided to no longer enjoy my advances. We had actually planned to celebrate the finalization of my messy divorce together. Then she decided she didn't want anything to do with me. There was a bottle of a favorite alcoholic beverage on the top of my fridge for a number of weeks when all was said and done.

I didn't need to be involved with the ex any more, but it was a particularly somber event given other circumstances. She was still a woman that I had planned to spend the rest of my life with. I guess it just didn't work out.

Though the word "congragulate" may not be particulary appropriate, if it is what you are looking for, I will extende my best wishes. I have a sister who has gone through a divorce since me and though she was somewhat celebratory (not to mention celebate-tory), it can still be a tough thing.

I had it easy, no kids, no real property but it still kicked my guts out. A good thing that we're not together anymore, but I still feel like a failure to a certain degree.

Just be careful.

If I didn't have all of the grey hair, I like to think that I'd be mistaken for 10 years younger than my actual age as well. I used to be proud that I could pass for 10 year either side of my actual age. I suppose I still could, then again, what does it matter. I'm only as old as I feel.