you misspelled cutiehead.

You say this to someone who was pondering that friendships exist because they work to our selfish advantage (more people likely to help you when that dude over there wants to kill you, thus keeping you alive) and because the bennies then set off little chemical explosions (that laughter crap? I dunno) that make us feel good which thus strengthens the will to avoid being killed?

BTW, I still like you!

There is a reason I'm single, people.

Maybe dinner will help.

That used to be used against Harlan Ellison - probably by him.

The Onion once gave it a run too, viz. "I believe the children are our future, insofar as most of them are nasty, brutish and short."

This discussion would be incomplete without the following:

Immanuel Kant was a real pissant
Who was very rarely stable.
Heidegger, Heidegger was a boozy beggar
Who could drink you under the table.
David Hume could out-consume
Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel,
And Wittgenstein was a beery swine
Who was just as schloshed as Schlegel.

There's nothing Nietzsche couldn't teach ya'
'Bout the raising of the wrist.
SOCRATES, HIMSELF, WAS PERMANENTLY PISSED...

John Stuart Mill, of his own free will,
On half a pint of shandy was particularly ill.
Plato, they say, could stick it away
Hall drank whiskey every day.
Aristotle, Aristotle was a bugger for the bottle,
Hobbes was fond of his dram,
And Rene Descartes was a drunken fart: "I drink, therefore I am"
Yes, Socrates, himself, is particularly missed;
A lovely little thinker but a bugger when he's pissed!

Yay!

California condors seen nesting in Big Sur.

Oh, thank the gods someone else posted that. I was hoping I wasn't the only one hearing The Philosopher's Song in their head....

**smooches Sean**

WOOHOO!!!

Howdy!

Saw a job at a place I'd really like to work at so I've spent my afternoon trying to tart my resume up once more. They only accept resumes through Monster.com so the choice of words becomes even more important than normal.

My, you've all been very philosophical today!

I just got an email from a distant relative. (distant distant) Before I worked at , I was unemployed for quite a while and had time to work on researching my family's genealogy. This fellow contacted me through a posting I'd made on the web. I got him in touch with my great-uncle. Since being employed, I haven't had time to continue with genealogy. Just got an email out of the blue from this fellow and he has found out more info that corroborates the family story of my great-great-grandmother having been of a Protestant Ascendancy family and having been disowned after she fell in love with the Catholic stableboy. It'll be interesting to see what he turned up.

Hobbe's view of nature - nasty, brutish and short."

Nasty, brutish, and short always reminds me of the Woody Allen line about "The food here is terrible. And the portions are too small." I like my nasty and brutish experiences to be short.

How much don't I want to watch the portion of the Colbert show with the Michael Brown interview in it? I like Colbert, but he's never struck me as a good serious interviewer (which Stewart regularly does). For comedic purposes, yes, it's fun and light and occasionally he really gets a guest who is wise to his schtick and plays it for the ironic value.

Maybe I just want to see someone hoist Brown on his own petard.