Thursday, August 23, 2012

Force Justifying Your Life

I am sure at least one of my loyal readers has heard the term "Force Justifying," at some time or another at the workplace. If you don't know what Force Justifying means, below are two paragraphs, the first without force justifying and the second with. Peter owned a white rabbit which bit his pet dog on the ear everyday. One day the dog said, "Screw this" and picked up the rabbit and threw it under a passing bus which killed the rabbit instantly. Peter owned a white rabbit which bit his pet dog everyday. One day the dog said, "Screw this" and picked up the rabbit and threw it under a passing bus which killed the rabbit instantly. As you can see the second paragraph is uniforn on both the right and left hand sides of the paragraph, this was done by adding a few extras spaces to make the paragraph have a more eye pleasing look. I came upon this when I was asked to proof read several postcards, flyers and other assorted items and noticed those "extra" spaces between some words which appeared on these publications. With that in mind I was thinking I need to make my life more "Force Justified." For example, I am not at all sure that I have any friends who are Jewish. So to fill in the blanks I am asking my fans to step forward and introduce me to any Jewish people they know, to fill in the space so to speak. I have the full compliment of Catholics, Gays, Football Fans, Beer Drinkers, Gamblers and that one cousin that, let's say, people would rather not sit next to at a family reunion. (You've got a cousin like that in your family, you just don't write about it on a public blog.) As far as cooking, someone has to show me how to make a good meatloaf. I think I want to take a yoga class but I have heard between the heat and humity in the room you sometimes come out smelling like a wet dog. (Any thoughts?)Unless my sisters get busy I will have to cross have any nieces off of the list. Maybe I can rent one for a day just to see if that would be cool or not. Finally, I think I may want to visit Brigham Young University on graduation day, the place where they make students sign a NO SEX clause while they are in school. I want to be there to shake the hands of both virgins and people who never got caught.

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