I may be odd in that I find the 'free will is an illusion' position to be endlessly fascinating. I just sit there and do weird things like cluck like a chicken, and think to myself, "Imagine if that was predetermined by my particular neural state, and it only felt like a choice!" And then I cluck some more, because I'm pleased with myself.
Me too. Except I don't cluck like a chicken, you freak.
I sometimes wonder what would happen in criminal trials if science ever proved that there was no free will. I kind of think they still wouldn't allow the "It's not my fault I killed him, as I have no free will" defense.
I have no idea what my regular temperature is. I think Mom runs on the low side.
Last night I probably should have run the heater, the cat was so cold she climbed under the covers (I had two blankets) and stayed there all night. Normally she doesn't like to get under the covers, I think the weight bothers her.
Nothing like being forced to listen to a lecture on Free Will...
It is all ironical. It's just part of the larger irony of the anti-Montessori-ness of the pedagogy of this, the Montessori training course.
two freaking mornings in a row when I work covered with gronk. yesterday I forced myself to the cafe. today it is raining and there is no way. This is really extreeame. i was sitting on thje floor petting the cat - when suddenly it seemed much better to lay down
Nothing like being forced to listen to a lecture on Free Will...
TRIUMPH OF THE FREE WILL
Heh, or nothing like being force to listen to a lecture on Free Willy.
note to Hec: I am not being anti-season! Just tired!
::looks at Nora suspiciously. Let's her off this time. Gives here more coffee and waits to see if her mood improves with caffeine, or if she winces at the perky coworker's premature holiday display.::
It's raining. Very disinclined to leave the house and actually go to work.
Goodness, everyone seems at least a little wobbly today. I'm not sure what that says, but it's something. I hope the day is better, and healthier, for everyone than it's starting out.
Tep, I hope the water was fixed quickly and you were able to go about your day.
but I bet Tom will want to wrap it up and open it on Xmas
This is not fair. If it arrives not wrapped in Christmas paper, it's already yours and should not be snatched away.
So, one of the guys at work (someone I only see a few times a month) just hit on me. Not in a creepy way or anything, but I got flustered so I kind of plowed on with the original conversation. I think maybe he thought I was being rude, but geez. How do I react to that? He seems like a really nice guy and he really wasn't being creepy, but it's work! If I knew him like this socially I would have flirted back and probably exchanged numbers, instead I felt like a deer in the headlights.
At least it was not like when my friend's pervy friend hit on me and I came back with "Dude, you don't understand. I don't even like you."
(that was after several kinder efforts failed to back him up, and was the complete unvarnished truth.)
