Aw, Bob is here. That's so cute!

Of course the philosophy stuff is over my head. Which is why I am not taking the Philosophy of Death class I thought I would take and instead am taking Crime, Violence and Fear in America.

I'm home! I have soup, and pudding, and smoothies, and ice cream, and vicadin, and Photoshop elements, and I'm home.

Thank dog (that came out "god" so many times that I might have to cave and admit the existence of at least one deity, male) that Bob Bob chose capitals.

I told him to!

Confidential to Bob Bob: although I think it should be okay to start sentences with upper case "Ita", she hates it when you don't type it in lower-case.

Philosophy is like math, only it uses ideas isntead of numbers.

By the time I got to the interesting bits of math, there were precious few numbers. It was all about the symbols, and that's why the philosophy and math departments finally had to make it so you couldn't get credit for taking certain courses in both departments. Luckily they didn't notice this until after I had done so.

However, a mathematician will tell you that certain proofs are just pencil marks on paper, and others make your co-workers sit up and nod appreciatively.

I outlined my criteria for an interesting wrestling match -- I was wondering what the philosphical wisdom on "interesting" was. Also, if it includes a racquetball court.

Which reminds me -- Nutty -- you need to learn how to get the cheetah to come to you.

It'd be more interesting, to me, to prove that an all-powerful and all-loving god would make faith a test, the losing side of which gets eternal damnation.

But not interesting enough to study the physics of space-time, I'm afraid.

All they're concerned about, most of the time, is whether the conclusion is interesting to them.

So it's only about the conclusion? Not about the axioms or the process of getting there? Because you could just pick a good conclusion, rig the argument, and booyah!

BOB!!! heya.

also, you capitalized ita and made me laugh.

you need to learn how to get the cheetah to come to you.

I draw the line at wearing a live springbok around my neck.

Although possibly J. Lo wouldn't.

I think, on the whole, that is the only worthwhile way to have single combat with a cheetah. I mean, if you just plopped me down into the savannah someplace, I would never be able to even find the cheetah, so the combat would never happen.

Unless it found you. Or maybe you should be looking for a leopard instead: [link]

But then it's not actually a conclusion. It's just making shit up.