Alright, boys, bring it on!
Heh.
I was taught that I'm no more or less than what I make myself. If I want to be weak and dependent, it is nobody's fault but my own. If I want to be in a position of strength, I shouldn't need laws to make me so. I am no feminist, but neither do I believe that all the responsibility lies on women's shoulders. Men must give women equal opportunity and equal say. Did you read that? Equal opportunity, not preferrential treatment, etc. That is one thing many men are not willing to give.
If a woman can cut it in the Navy SEALs or other SPECOPS units, let her try... but if she can't, she ought not be there. If a woman wants to work in a dangerous situation, it is her responsibility to defend or secure herself against said danger, or to realize that she is out of her league.
I can't stand women who don't stand up for themselves, who don't account for themselves or don't have dignity. They make me ashamed to be a woman.
As for rights, women's or otherwise, I am skeptical on the whole issue - do I really have a right to live, etc.? Do you? Are you sure? Are we born with inherent equal rights, or just equal opportunity? They say that your rights end at the tip of the next person's nose... but that means his end at yours. The inbetween space is a source of conflict. The inbetween space is also what everyone needs to continue to exist. How do we resolve this?
So a woman's rights extend out into the same space as a man's. How to strike a balance that gives equal respect to both people? Because rights may be the same, but their fulfillment might come through different means.
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Wow. Apparently this is rant day.
Cut and Paste game.
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"We probably could have saved ourselves, but we were too damned lazy to try very hard... and too damn cheap." - Kurt Vonnegut
"Now if you remember all great paintings have an element of tragedy to them. Uh, for instance if you remember from last week, the unicorn was stuck on the aircraft carrier and couldn't get off. That was very sad. " - Kids in the Hall
"Now if you remember all great paintings have an element of tragedy to them. Uh, for instance if you remember from last week, the unicorn was stuck on the aircraft carrier and couldn't get off. That was very sad. " - Kids in the Hall
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Sherlock Holmes and the case of the
Dandelion don't tell no lies
Dandelion will make you wise
Tell me if she laughs or cries
Blow away dandelion
I'm afraid there's no denying
I'm just a dandelion
a fate I don't deserve.
High priest of THOOOTP
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Dandelion will make you wise
Tell me if she laughs or cries
Blow away dandelion
I'm afraid there's no denying
I'm just a dandelion
a fate I don't deserve.
High priest of THOOOTP
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"We probably could have saved ourselves, but we were too damned lazy to try very hard... and too damn cheap." - Kurt Vonnegut
"Now if you remember all great paintings have an element of tragedy to them. Uh, for instance if you remember from last week, the unicorn was stuck on the aircraft carrier and couldn't get off. That was very sad. " - Kids in the Hall
"Now if you remember all great paintings have an element of tragedy to them. Uh, for instance if you remember from last week, the unicorn was stuck on the aircraft carrier and couldn't get off. That was very sad. " - Kids in the Hall
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ChoChiyo
- The Gap Into Spam
- Posts: 4127
- Joined: Tue Nov 23, 2004 3:32 am
- Location: Middle of a Minnesota Cornfield
GENRE: Musical (Temporal-Superstring) Chairs
Monte was having a rougher time than usual maintaining his mental focus ... which is really saying something, because his mental integrity, when incarnating himself on the Temporal-Tau sub-plane of reality over which he was nominally tasked with protecting, was tenuous at best. Chronic Gelemania was just ONE of the many side effects resulting from the inherent discordance between his non-corporeal higher consciousness (which existed on a higher plane in which time rippled simultaneously in all directions, like a great sea), and the sort of limited lower-consciousness necessarily inherent in lower Tau sub-dimensions (which time was percieved in a sequential Newtonian-like cause and effect paradigm against a backdrop of Einsteinian space-time). Another of the side effects that was incessantly bothering him was Synesthesia - in which all of his senses frequently swam together, and apart again, in madcap confusion.
After a brief, but satisfying, cackle to relieve the mental strain and help reset his swimming senses, he resumed his trek towards his temporal laboratory. No rest for the weary Time Lord today. Oh no. No no no indeed. Blahahahah. Overall, things had quickly devolved from SNAFU, to TARFU, to FUBAR, briefly back to SNAFU again (after that bit with the Orb, and Elvis), and then right on back to FUBAR ... and there was no longer any sign of remission. In short, the whole timeline he was in charge of was now fuxxored beyond repair and rapidly spiraling towards total entropy, blahahahahah, and it was his job to fix it. Heheheheh.
After a particularly unsettling fugue of loud random noises, intermingled with chartreuse polka dots (courtesy of his tightly lidded eyes putting extra pressure on his eyeballs and thusly causing phosphenes to erupt across his vision) along with a disturbing aroma reminiscent of almonds and cyanide, he found himself standing, at long last, in mid-cackle, in front of his temporal laboratory.
Granted that passersby might regard it as merely being an abandoned ramshackle hut, but to his mind it was an enormous white marble temple of the neo-classical sort, complete with towering Corinthian columns and caryatid statues suggestive of Tarna the Tarrakkian Defender. Monte bowed deeply in homage, and ambled through the ankle-deep leaves into the ramshackle hut. Blahahahaha.
It wasn’t long before he found his Temporal Super-String Transmogrifier (TSST), and lifted it from it’s protective case. Part of his mind perceived that he was actually lifting a badly worn (and poorly tuned) ukulele with a cracked sound box out of a smelly bag of mixed refuse, but he was able to re-establish his focus once again by letting loose with another good cackle. The TSST was his most precious possession, as well as the symbol of his office, and he’d lovingly received it from the hands of his predecessor (and personal mentor) - Time Lord “Tiny Tim” himself. It was a shame that his own apprentice, Jimi Hendrix, had gotten side tracked into drugs and rock & roll back in the 1960’s, and died so young. Sad. Very sad indeed. He cackled again for a long while, to relieve his growing sense of depressed desperation.
The supreme task awaited him ... healing the main rift in the timeline. His enemy, Dr. Moglin (herself a renegade Time Lord), had traveled across the infinitude of tau sub-dimensions to a particularly sensitive causative temporal nexus and, back on January 4th at 6:19 pm EST (Monte’s tau-time), caused a temporal ‘hiccup’ in the tapestry of fate (which, in the nexus that Dr. Moglin was targeting, was manifested in an amateur writing thread known as “Volleyball 2005”). Dr. Moglin had hacked into the thread in question and changed the decision-tree page number selection indicated by ChoChiyo from 82 (correct) to 86 (incorrect) ... and from there, the whole timeline had slowly borked itself, sans lubricant, like a slow-moving cosmic train wreck.
Monte concentrated and delicately caressed the strings of his TSST. He felt himself moving across the tau dimensions. He strummed again in a sublimely complex and delicate pattern, and felt the page number in Cho’s altered post slowly begin adjusting itself.
86 ... 85 ... 84 ... *ssssssPOING !!* ... 86. The ukulele’s 3rd string suddenly snapped !
Monte crashed back to his home tau dimension, cackling in distress and confusion, uncertain as to the dire temporal consequences of his failed attempt to repair the decision-tree timeline. The erroneous tau temporal timeline had instantly snapped itself back into it’s erroneous position back at it’s divergant nexus, and dangerous and highly unpredictable temporal ripples echoed back along the timeline ...
Sam Spam suddenly poked his head into the ramshackle hut, and ...
Monte was having a rougher time than usual maintaining his mental focus ... which is really saying something, because his mental integrity, when incarnating himself on the Temporal-Tau sub-plane of reality over which he was nominally tasked with protecting, was tenuous at best. Chronic Gelemania was just ONE of the many side effects resulting from the inherent discordance between his non-corporeal higher consciousness (which existed on a higher plane in which time rippled simultaneously in all directions, like a great sea), and the sort of limited lower-consciousness necessarily inherent in lower Tau sub-dimensions (which time was percieved in a sequential Newtonian-like cause and effect paradigm against a backdrop of Einsteinian space-time). Another of the side effects that was incessantly bothering him was Synesthesia - in which all of his senses frequently swam together, and apart again, in madcap confusion.
After a brief, but satisfying, cackle to relieve the mental strain and help reset his swimming senses, he resumed his trek towards his temporal laboratory. No rest for the weary Time Lord today. Oh no. No no no indeed. Blahahahah. Overall, things had quickly devolved from SNAFU, to TARFU, to FUBAR, briefly back to SNAFU again (after that bit with the Orb, and Elvis), and then right on back to FUBAR ... and there was no longer any sign of remission. In short, the whole timeline he was in charge of was now fuxxored beyond repair and rapidly spiraling towards total entropy, blahahahahah, and it was his job to fix it. Heheheheh.
After a particularly unsettling fugue of loud random noises, intermingled with chartreuse polka dots (courtesy of his tightly lidded eyes putting extra pressure on his eyeballs and thusly causing phosphenes to erupt across his vision) along with a disturbing aroma reminiscent of almonds and cyanide, he found himself standing, at long last, in mid-cackle, in front of his temporal laboratory.
Granted that passersby might regard it as merely being an abandoned ramshackle hut, but to his mind it was an enormous white marble temple of the neo-classical sort, complete with towering Corinthian columns and caryatid statues suggestive of Tarna the Tarrakkian Defender. Monte bowed deeply in homage, and ambled through the ankle-deep leaves into the ramshackle hut. Blahahahaha.
It wasn’t long before he found his Temporal Super-String Transmogrifier (TSST), and lifted it from it’s protective case. Part of his mind perceived that he was actually lifting a badly worn (and poorly tuned) ukulele with a cracked sound box out of a smelly bag of mixed refuse, but he was able to re-establish his focus once again by letting loose with another good cackle. The TSST was his most precious possession, as well as the symbol of his office, and he’d lovingly received it from the hands of his predecessor (and personal mentor) - Time Lord “Tiny Tim” himself. It was a shame that his own apprentice, Jimi Hendrix, had gotten side tracked into drugs and rock & roll back in the 1960’s, and died so young. Sad. Very sad indeed. He cackled again for a long while, to relieve his growing sense of depressed desperation.
The supreme task awaited him ... healing the main rift in the timeline. His enemy, Dr. Moglin (herself a renegade Time Lord), had traveled across the infinitude of tau sub-dimensions to a particularly sensitive causative temporal nexus and, back on January 4th at 6:19 pm EST (Monte’s tau-time), caused a temporal ‘hiccup’ in the tapestry of fate (which, in the nexus that Dr. Moglin was targeting, was manifested in an amateur writing thread known as “Volleyball 2005”). Dr. Moglin had hacked into the thread in question and changed the decision-tree page number selection indicated by ChoChiyo from 82 (correct) to 86 (incorrect) ... and from there, the whole timeline had slowly borked itself, sans lubricant, like a slow-moving cosmic train wreck.
Monte concentrated and delicately caressed the strings of his TSST. He felt himself moving across the tau dimensions. He strummed again in a sublimely complex and delicate pattern, and felt the page number in Cho’s altered post slowly begin adjusting itself.
86 ... 85 ... 84 ... *ssssssPOING !!* ... 86. The ukulele’s 3rd string suddenly snapped !
Monte crashed back to his home tau dimension, cackling in distress and confusion, uncertain as to the dire temporal consequences of his failed attempt to repair the decision-tree timeline. The erroneous tau temporal timeline had instantly snapped itself back into it’s erroneous position back at it’s divergant nexus, and dangerous and highly unpredictable temporal ripples echoed back along the timeline ...
Sam Spam suddenly poked his head into the ramshackle hut, and ...
Empress Cho hammers the KABC of Evil.
"If Ignorance is Bliss, Ann Coulter must be the happiest woman in the universe!"
Take that, you Varlet!
A couple goes on vacation to a fishing resort in Northern Minnesota.
The husband likes to fish at the crack of dawn. The wife likes to read.
One morning the husband returns after several hours of fishing and
decides
to take a nap.
Although not familiar with the lake, the wife decides to take the boat
out. She motors out a short distance, anchors and continues to read her
book.
Along comes a Game Warden in his boat. He pulls up alongside the woman
and says,"Good morning, Ma'am. What are you doing?"
"Reading a book," she replies. (thinking "isn't that obvious?")
"You're in a restricted fishing area" he informs her.
"I'm sorry officer, but I'm not fishing, I'm reading."
"Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at
any moment. I'll have to take you in and write you up."
She says "If you do that, I'll have to charge you with sexual assault."
"But I haven't even touched you."
"That's true, but you have all the equipment. For all I know, you could
start at any moment."
The Warden says "Have a nice day ma'am," and leaves.
MORAL: Never argue with a woman who reads. It's likely she can also
think.
The husband likes to fish at the crack of dawn. The wife likes to read.
One morning the husband returns after several hours of fishing and
decides
to take a nap.
Although not familiar with the lake, the wife decides to take the boat
out. She motors out a short distance, anchors and continues to read her
book.
Along comes a Game Warden in his boat. He pulls up alongside the woman
and says,"Good morning, Ma'am. What are you doing?"
"Reading a book," she replies. (thinking "isn't that obvious?")
"You're in a restricted fishing area" he informs her.
"I'm sorry officer, but I'm not fishing, I'm reading."
"Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at
any moment. I'll have to take you in and write you up."
She says "If you do that, I'll have to charge you with sexual assault."
"But I haven't even touched you."
"That's true, but you have all the equipment. For all I know, you could
start at any moment."
The Warden says "Have a nice day ma'am," and leaves.
MORAL: Never argue with a woman who reads. It's likely she can also
think.
[spoiler]"...the loveliness of the Land has only grown more precious to me as my senses have been
opened...To turn homeward now would be to pass from treasure-berries to dust."
-- Liand to Linden [P324 Runes][/spoiler]
opened...To turn homeward now would be to pass from treasure-berries to dust."
-- Liand to Linden [P324 Runes][/spoiler]
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The Pumpkin King
- <i>Haruchai</i>
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Alynna Lis Eachann
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- Joined: Wed Mar 20, 2002 8:23 pm
- Location: Maryland, my Maryland
Quagga
"We probably could have saved ourselves, but we were too damned lazy to try very hard... and too damn cheap." - Kurt Vonnegut
"Now if you remember all great paintings have an element of tragedy to them. Uh, for instance if you remember from last week, the unicorn was stuck on the aircraft carrier and couldn't get off. That was very sad. " - Kids in the Hall
"Now if you remember all great paintings have an element of tragedy to them. Uh, for instance if you remember from last week, the unicorn was stuck on the aircraft carrier and couldn't get off. That was very sad. " - Kids in the Hall
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The Pumpkin King
- <i>Haruchai</i>
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- Joined: Fri Jan 21, 2005 12:23 am
- Location: If I knew that, I wouldn't be here, would I? ;) Or, really, would I? Gaaaahh...
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- Joined: Wed Mar 20, 2002 8:23 pm
- Location: Maryland, my Maryland
"We probably could have saved ourselves, but we were too damned lazy to try very hard... and too damn cheap." - Kurt Vonnegut
"Now if you remember all great paintings have an element of tragedy to them. Uh, for instance if you remember from last week, the unicorn was stuck on the aircraft carrier and couldn't get off. That was very sad. " - Kids in the Hall
"Now if you remember all great paintings have an element of tragedy to them. Uh, for instance if you remember from last week, the unicorn was stuck on the aircraft carrier and couldn't get off. That was very sad. " - Kids in the Hall
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The Pumpkin King
- <i>Haruchai</i>
- Posts: 629
- Joined: Fri Jan 21, 2005 12:23 am
- Location: If I knew that, I wouldn't be here, would I? ;) Or, really, would I? Gaaaahh...
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Jurassic Lizard Superstar Hero
Go Godzilla, go!
For the people, for the planet!
Jurassic Lizard Superstar Hero
Go Godzilla, go!
For the people, for the planet!
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Alynna Lis Eachann
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A rose by any other name would smell as sweet...
"We probably could have saved ourselves, but we were too damned lazy to try very hard... and too damn cheap." - Kurt Vonnegut
"Now if you remember all great paintings have an element of tragedy to them. Uh, for instance if you remember from last week, the unicorn was stuck on the aircraft carrier and couldn't get off. That was very sad. " - Kids in the Hall
"Now if you remember all great paintings have an element of tragedy to them. Uh, for instance if you remember from last week, the unicorn was stuck on the aircraft carrier and couldn't get off. That was very sad. " - Kids in the Hall
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Iryssa
- Bloodguard
- Posts: 922
- Joined: Wed Mar 24, 2004 2:41 am
- Location: The great white north *grin*
The night would be completely silent but for the ringing steps of one man. He looked to be a merchant, by trade, and a prosperous one at that. Why he would be out on these streets at this time was a secret known only to him...and to the one he was supposed to meet. At the appointed time and place the person did not appear to be there, and there was no sound of the man’s approach. There continued to be no sound until the merchant felt a knife pressed to his throat.
A voice spoke in his ear. It did not sound malicious...in fact, it seemed to contain no emotion at all. “I do not know why you are to die, or who wants you killed, though you probably do. Still, I thought I might at least tell you my name, so you might know the one whose nights you haunt.”
The mysterious voice spoke without any inflection as he drew the blade across his throat. “I am Tallin.”
A voice spoke in his ear. It did not sound malicious...in fact, it seemed to contain no emotion at all. “I do not know why you are to die, or who wants you killed, though you probably do. Still, I thought I might at least tell you my name, so you might know the one whose nights you haunt.”
The mysterious voice spoke without any inflection as he drew the blade across his throat. “I am Tallin.”
"A choice made freely is stronger than one compelled"
- Stephen R. Donaldson's The Wounded Land
https://www.xanga.com/Iryssa
- Stephen R. Donaldson's The Wounded Land
https://www.xanga.com/Iryssa
Fantastic Four
Marvel Comics' superhero family of four rocks the big screen, as Mr. Fantastic (Ioan Gruffudd), Invisible Woman (Jessica Alba), the Human Torch (Chris Evans) and the Thing (Michael Chiklis) do battle with the evil Dr. Doom.
Marvel Comics' superhero family of four rocks the big screen, as Mr. Fantastic (Ioan Gruffudd), Invisible Woman (Jessica Alba), the Human Torch (Chris Evans) and the Thing (Michael Chiklis) do battle with the evil Dr. Doom.
[spoiler]"...the loveliness of the Land has only grown more precious to me as my senses have been
opened...To turn homeward now would be to pass from treasure-berries to dust."
-- Liand to Linden [P324 Runes][/spoiler]
opened...To turn homeward now would be to pass from treasure-berries to dust."
-- Liand to Linden [P324 Runes][/spoiler]
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ChoChiyo
- The Gap Into Spam
- Posts: 4127
- Joined: Tue Nov 23, 2004 3:32 am
- Location: Middle of a Minnesota Cornfield
Added C.S. Lewis books. (1 book was already in the data base, but were very lacking information--I added blurbs, publishers, date of publication, ISBNs, and genres to them. So, I think that deserves a bit of credit. If anyone protests strongly, just eliminate one.)
*Screwtape Letters
*Mere Christianity
*The Four Loves
*A Grief Observed
*The Great Divorce
*Out of the Silent Planet
*The Problem of Pain
*Perelandra
*The Weight of Glory
*Screwtape Letters
*Mere Christianity
*The Four Loves
*A Grief Observed
*The Great Divorce
*Out of the Silent Planet
*The Problem of Pain
*Perelandra
*The Weight of Glory
Empress Cho hammers the KABC of Evil.
"If Ignorance is Bliss, Ann Coulter must be the happiest woman in the universe!"
Take that, you Varlet!
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[spoiler]"...the loveliness of the Land has only grown more precious to me as my senses have been
opened...To turn homeward now would be to pass from treasure-berries to dust."
-- Liand to Linden [P324 Runes][/spoiler]
opened...To turn homeward now would be to pass from treasure-berries to dust."
-- Liand to Linden [P324 Runes][/spoiler]
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The Pumpkin King
- <i>Haruchai</i>
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