God, I feel like I am asking to bogart Allyson's eyeglasses opinions. That is not what I meant to do. Just cranky and whiney and whatnot.
Everybody plays each other. That's all anybody ever does. We play parts.
Saffron ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Natter 42, the Universe, and Everything
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, flaming otters, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
sarameg - Feb 08, 2006 5:05:49 pm PST #5857 of 10002
Jessica - Feb 08, 2006 5:20:15 pm PST #5858 of 10002
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
Plate of shrimp.
I was JUST going to post that link.
Cass - Feb 08, 2006 5:26:19 pm PST #5859 of 10002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
I'd love get a knit toy that is insanely funny.Oh dear I want to knit now. Or make friends with someone who knits.
tommyrot - Feb 08, 2006 5:29:51 pm PST #5860 of 10002
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
I was just reading something about a group of Civil War reenactors who dress up in uniform... and knit.
But it was fiction.... [link]
Trudy Booth - Feb 08, 2006 5:38:12 pm PST #5861 of 10002
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
Semi-Home From Mourning Meara
I think the ID people have wisely concentrated their efforts on proving all of biology wrong, before taking the larger step of proving all of geology and cosmology wrong.
Tom, I may need to tag that.
I’m curious about this Steph. If you consider the back, the knee, the appendix, or the thousands of failed “experiments” that we find recorded in our DNA, don’t these things seem more consistent with a gradual and imperfect process of evolution, a process that is constrained by its history, than they are with an a priori design by a supreme being? I mean, if we were designed so intelligently, why do we need a pharmaceutical industry?
Well, the assumption there is that G*d's priorities and your priorites are the same thing. If you believe that there is a vast eternal creator and that the vast eternal creator decided to make knees we'd consider "wonky" you accept that G*d could have his reasons.
Of course, lots of people believe in evolution AND an intelligent designer. The design isn't necessarily happening on OUR schedule after all -- in a few million years knees could be great.
The nice thing about mourning in Kentucky is that your Aunt sends you home with pimento cheese sandwiches.
Lee - Feb 08, 2006 5:45:40 pm PST #5862 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
In the last hour and 45 minutes, I have driven home (somehow setting off my roadside assistance phone, which was a little embarassing), picked up lots of sushi, eaten lots of sushi, started the laundry (conning the neighbor who was going to the laundry room at the same time to give me most of the washers), brought up the huge tub o' cat litter, taken down the recycling (startling a racoon in the process), put the laundry in the dryer, cleared out all the unnecessary shows from tivo, watched most of the Colbert show, and pet the cats.
I think it is going to be tequila time soon, because I AM ON VACATION!
Jesse - Feb 08, 2006 5:54:01 pm PST #5863 of 10002
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
YAY VACATION!
Lee - Feb 08, 2006 5:57:56 pm PST #5864 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I KNOW!
Allyson - Feb 08, 2006 5:58:12 pm PST #5865 of 10002
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
Lee - Feb 08, 2006 5:59:14 pm PST #5866 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Very cute, Allyson.