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Okay... I'm trying to be the ADULT here, and not start yet another flaming war on the State College Domain OOC list. So, I'm gonna use my LJ to vent.

We have this narcissistic bastard who thinks he’s gawd’s gift to storytelling.
Guess what? He isn’t. He hasn’t used an original thought in all the time I’ve known him. He starts lots of things, but rarely finishes. Recently, he ended a troupe LARP because he lost all the character sheets. Sergeant-Bastard-Extraordinaire is running a game (LARP or Tabletop) 24 days out of the month. Now, most of us know that this guy is going to hit ST-burn-out. The problem being that it’s not easy to predict when it will hit, and how many noobs he will sour to LARPing because of his burn-out. I don’t play in any of his independent games because he’s not a good ST. But he is our Requiem VST.

That’s the background.

The most recent spooge was in his Requiem VST Report for May and June 2005. Ignoring that last month he recommended 40 prestige for his girlfriend for “AVST-Reports.” What I’m most pissed off about is his commentary on the local situation:

<i>"PROBLEMS AND SOLUTIONS:

“Wow. Where to even start here. We have a problem, and it seems to be people angry at one another for no apparent reason. In the past two months, I've had one of my players savagely debase local Troupe game, stating we should just run our games over top of them, and not care. This promotes bad blood on either side of the fence, and bothers me, as our attendance would drop even more if people were forced to choose. I've had another player tell me to my face that I haven't got the best interests of my players in mind, and schedule according to my own whim and fancy, simply because he wished to go to Neglect and not miss my game. The truth and reality of the situation is I had work that day, and worked until late, begging off ten minutes early so I could arrive to game half an hour LATE. It was not convenient for me, but it was most convenient for my players, so I held with the intended date, and we had a better turnout than most other summer games in town.

“I think I'm just getting sick of our people slowly going to one another's throats. It bothers me, and I wish there was a day we all had off for a picnic, but I'm not sure we can do that, as a third of us work normal 9-5 jobs, another third work second shift, and the final third work third shift. It's like herding cats that hate each other. Please advise?”</i>

I’m the “another player tell me to my face.” It wasn’t to his face, it was over the OOC list. It wasn’t that I wanted to miss his game. It’s NOT “his” game. He doesn’t understand that. I’m pissed that he’s too busy running other games that he can’t do the things he’s supposed to do as VST. I’m pissed that he scheduled a venue game without consulting his players. But mostly, I’m pissed.

I have yet to go at anyone’s throat. When I decide to fight, I damn well fight, and finish it. This bastard is too busy to meet, too busy to talk about the situation, and instead squeals over email instead of actually sitting down and talking.

And right now, I’m about ready to curb-stomp the bastard. Especially since he is quoting me about scheduling LARPers is like herding cats.

I think I’ll go get my steel toed boots.

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Oh, my. This is just WRONG!

Seems like everybody's doing it.

I Am What I Am Lyrics - Gloria Gaynor
If I Were a Rich Man - Fiddler on the Roof Soundtrack
Somebody To Love - Queen
A Different Corner - George Michael
Justified and Ancient - KLF & Tammy Wynette
Cold - Annie Lennox
Moon Over Bourbon Street - Sting
No Son Of Mine - Phil Collins
Objects In The Rear View Mirror - Meatloaf
Fortuna Imperatrix Mundi (Carmina Burana)
Friends In Low Places - Garth Brooks
Everyone Else Has Had More Sex Then Me - TISM
Blind In Darkness - Diary of Dreams
Scotland The Brave - Bagpipes
Over the Rainbow - Patti LaBelle
THE DAY YOU GAVE US, LORD, HAS ENDED (ST. CLEMENT)

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July 4, 2005 Independence Day

July 7-10, 2005 Anthrocon 2005

July 13 - July 17, 2005 State College, PA 39th Annual Central Pennsylvania Festival of the ArtsTM Downtown State College

Thursday, July 14, 2005 PIRATE DAY Eat-Across-State-College at ARTS inFEST

Saturday, July 23rd, 2005 The 8th Annual State College MicroBrewers & Importers Exposition Penn Stater Conference Center

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Gosh, July is gonna be busy! I had thought that Anthrocon and ArtsFest were the same weekend, like it was last year. ArtsFest is a chance for me to make some big bucks, and thus I would hafta choose ArtsFest over Anthrocon.

This year I don't hafta make that choice.

I am going to do both. As long as I get a vehicle that is able to go to Philly and back.

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PENNSIC 34 in 45 days! Got gobs of fabric for garb.

Predictions are for a HOT Pennsic

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WHAT'S TATERS, AYE?"

http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/taters.php

Need I say more?

Okay... I am getting stuff ready for Anthrocon 2005 (July 7-10, 2005). And here's something I want but can't FIND.

Cow horns.
Plastic cow horns.
Black plastic cow horns.
A pair of black plastic cow horns.

I've tried Froogle.
I've look on ebay.
I've thought of just about every combination I could think of to find a pair of black plastic cow horns.

I have not been successful!

If anyone knows where I can find/buy/borrow a pair of black plastic cow horns, let me KNOW!

Oger

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Are you going to the Pennsic War?
Wine and beer and whiskey and mead,
The East and the Middle have it once more,
We can fill your every need.

Who have gone to past Pennsic Wars?
Mead and beer and whiskey and wine,
Lords and Ladies and letchers and whores,
Something for everyone here you'll find.

What will happen at the Pennsic War?
Wine and mead and beer and whiskey,
Fighting and feuding, blood, guts, and gore,
Just what you need when feeling friskey.

Now you've been to the Pennsic War,
Wine and mead and whiskey and beer,
You're drenched to the skin, bruised, battered and sore,
You'll be sure to come back next year!!

Need I say more?

11 days 4 hours

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So, I'm back from the Great Pennsic War XXXIV.

Came back early, actually... it was a boring war, and Ma had to preach on Sunday.

First Thursday the heat index was attrocious, so we got in the van and spent the afternoon shopping and seeing a movie... there were a dozen other SCAdians in the theatre. "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory!"

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Mrs. Beauregarde: [after Violet has turned into a blueberry] I can't have a blueberry for a daughter. How is she supposed to compete?
Veruca Salt: You could put her in a county fair.

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Mrs. Gloop: Where does that pipe go?
Willy Wonka: That pipe happens to go to the room where I make the most delicious kind of strawberry-flavoured chocolate-coated fudge.
Mrs. Gloop: Then he will be turned into strawberry-flavoured chocolate-coated fudge? They'll be selling him by the pound all over the world?!
Willy Wonka: No, I wouldn't allow it. The taste would be terrible. Can you imagine Augustus-flavoured chocolate-coated Gloop? Ew. No-one would buy it.

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And, once again I come to the conclusion that Pennsic is a BYOB event. Bring-Your-Own-Boy.

And we were told that we should find another campsite for next year. IF I return. Such a freaking bother. Tristan once again said "I don't think I'm coming back to Pennsic!" Thaddy and I both reminded him that he says that EVERY year. But this year... I don't know.

So, back at home... lonely and bored. Van still needs electrical work: NOT FUN. Still need to find a second housemate. Still single.

On the bright side, chatted with a bear-fancier today... a cutie who's at CMU. Must plan for a Pgh trip soon. I need to get a "I Dig Scrawny Pale Guys" shirt. Does it come in 3XL?

In WOW news, I was named Guildmaster of Necro Viscus. TPO=Marbh decided he wasn't going to be able to play as often as a guildmaster should. I was surprized by the decision... but also feel a bit of glee at being named guildmaster. Given Marbh has about 5-6 real life friends in the guild.

Well... back into Warcrack.
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Love, love is a rebel bird
that nobody can ever tame,
and you call him quite in vain
if it suits him not to come.
Nothing helps, nor threat nor prayer.
One man talks well, the other's mum;
it's the other one that I prefer.
He's silent but I like his looks.
Love! Love! Love! Love!

oh my.... the cutie I talked with earlier knows OPERA.... the music, if not the browser.

be still my beating heart!

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Certain forms of civil behavior are in decline in America. We are becoming more self-absorbed, thus we concern ourselves mostly with our own convenience. Please, let consideration, communication, and courteousness flourish in all our endeavors.

I saw way too many cellphones at War this year. Even Tristan had one. Cellphones disturb my dream!

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Oh, for those of you who wanna see my pennsic pics:

http://photobucket.com/albums/a129/Ogersama/

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If you think “somebody should …,” well here, you are somebody! Isn’t that sweet? Now, close your eyes. Reach deep inside yourself. Feel your own power. Fell empowered to do what needs done! Everyone will support you in your new empowerment. Doesn’t that feel good?

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"Jamie Picon" wrote in "SCA Clan Blue Feather Mailing List" on Thu, 25 Aug 2005 17:04:00 -0700 (PDT) wrote "There was the usual letch manhandling underage boys against their will, but other than that all was normal."

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I read this in a mailing list I subscribe, and for a while I was angry, pissed, and in many ways furious.

Then I realized he wasn't talking about me.

I am a man with strong sexual desires. True. And at Pennsic I allow my desires to be known.

To manhandle is to handle roughly. I was flirtatious and playful. I am only rough in the privacy of my own tent.

None of the boys were below the customary or legal age, as for drinking or voting. Well, there was one 15 year old, to whom the only thing I did was ask what he's doing at Pennsic XXXVII. Everyone else had reached the age of majority.

Then I come to AGAINST THEIR WILL. Well, Mr. Picon must not have noticed that they played right back with me. And that is exactly what it was. PLAY. At Pennsic I play. I find playmates and I play. We act or have an effect in a specified way or with a specific effect or outcome. We take on personas, and we try things that we can not try in our mundane life.

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Ephebophilia, from the Greek έφηβος (ephebos) "adolescent" and φιλία (philia) "love/friendship", is a sexual preference or orientation in which an adult is primarily or exclusively sexually attracted to adolescents (people between the ages of 13 and 17).

I, like many of my culture, am attracted to young, active, vibrant, adolescent men.

I, like many of my culture, watch those approaching the age of majority, but never touch them.

I, like many of my culture, only act with those who have reached the age of majority.

Ain't it just amazing how many porn actors are 18 to 23 years of age?!

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So, for a while last night I was fuming. Then I realized that Mr. Picon had not commented on me. I do wonder who was the usual letch manhandling underage boys against their will. That kind of action is intolerable and should stop. And I will happily find young men of majority who like to flirt back with this older gay bear.

<img src="http://www.geocities.com/eburhard65/gaypimp.jpg">

And yes, just a note. All of the guys I was having fun with at the Blue Feather Ball were guys I had met previously during the war. And, when I meet people, I usually introduce myself as Big Gay Oger. This year, I had my Gay Pimp Hat, and was VERY OBVIOUSLY GAY. And, guess what? The guys I met liked me. That is one thing I did enjoy about war this year, find new cuties to flirt with. And some even flirt back!

Well... back to mundania, where people judge me only on trivial things.

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And here I thought I was the WIT.

1) If you joined the circus, what act would you most want to perform?

2) What fear do you most want to be rid of forever?

3) What is the most exciting event you've ever witnessed?

4) In your opinion, who is the most beautiful man?

5) What is one of the simple pleasures of life you truly enjoy?

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The code of conduct is always in effect.
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I took off for a weekend last month
Just to try and recall the whole year.
All of the faces and all of the places,
wonderin' where they all disappeared.
I didn't ponder the question too long;
I was hungry and went out for a bite.
Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum,
and we wound up drinkin' all night.

It's those changes in latitudes,
changes in attitudes nothing remains quite the same.
With all of our running and all of our cunning,
If we couldn't laugh, we would all go insane.

[Chorus:]
These changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes,
Nothing remains quite the same.
Through all of the islands and all of the highlands,
If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane.

JIMMY BUFFETT- "Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes"
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I still play Warcrack.
I'm still single.
I have one new housemate, who has a serious g/f, so he's only here 1/2 the time... and when he is, she is too. Ehh... they're okay, except for when they're too loud.

Oh, and seasonal allergies suck like a chest wound!
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Recently I've been reading _Salmon of Doubt_, the posthumous book of Douglas Adams.

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There's nothing worse than sitting down to write a novel and saying, "Well, okay, I'm going to do something of high artistic worth." It's funny. I read something the other day, just out of absolute curiosity; I read Thunderball, which is one of the James Bond books that I would love to have read when I was, I don't know, about fourteen, just sort of thumbing through it for the bits where he puts his left hand on her breast and saying, "Oh my God, how exciting." But I just thought, Well, James Bond has become such an icon in our pop culture of the last forty years, it would be interesting to see what it actually was like. And what prompted me to do this, apart from the fact that I happened to find a copy lying around, was reading someone talking about Ian Fleming and saying that he had aimed not to be literary, but to be literate. Which is a very, very big and crucial difference. So I thought, well, I'll see if he managed to do that. It's interesting, because it was actually very well written as a piece of craft. He knew how to use the language, he knew how to make it work, and he wrote well. But obviously nobody would call it literature. But I think you get most of the most interesting work done in fields where people don't think they're doing art, but are merely practicing a craft, and working as good craftsmen. Being literate as a writer is good craft, is knowing your job, is knowing how to use your tools properly and not to damage the tools as you use them. I find when I read literary novels--you know, with a capital "L"--I think an awful lot is nonsense. If I want to know something interesting about a way human beings work, how they relate to each other and how they behave, I'll find an awful lot of women crime novelists who do it better, Ruth Rendell for instance. If I want to read something that's really giving me something serious and fundamental to think about, about the human condition, if you like, or what we're all doing here, or what's going on, then I'd rather read something by a scientist in the life sciences, like Richard Dawkins. I feel that the agenda of life's important issues has moved from novelists to science writers, because they know more. I tend to get very suspicious of anything that thinks it's art while it's being created.
--Douglas Adams in an interview with the Onion AV Club
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Well, I'm thinking about writing again. I have the free time, if I don't play Warcrack....

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Writing about _Salmon of Doubt_, I recommend to you the whole book, especially "Is there an Artificial God?" (Douglas Adams' speech at Digital Biota 2, Cambridge U.K.) It is an excellent presentation of radical atheism. I became aware of Creationism recently changing it's name to Intelligent Design. Adams puts up a good anology to explain Intelligent Design.

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This is rather as if you imagine a puddle waking up one morning and thinking, ‘This is an interesting world I find myself in—an interesting hole I find myself in—fits me rather neatly, doesn’t it? In fact it fits me staggeringly well, must have been made to have me in it!’ This is such a powerful idea that as the sun rises in the sky and the air heats up and as, gradually, the puddle gets smaller and smaller, it’s still frantically hanging on to the notion that everything’s going to be alright, because this world was meant to have him in it, was built to have him in it; so the moment he disappears catches him rather by surprise. I think this may be something we need to be on the watch out for.
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Buy that book! but if you want to just read that one article, it's on the web at:
http://www.biota.org/people/douglasadams/

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I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?

It goes like this...the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall
The major lift
The baffled King composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you.

She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne
She cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Maybe I have been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you.

I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

There was a time you let me know
What's real and going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?

And remember when I moved in you
The holy dark was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Maybe there's a God above
And all I ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you.

And it's not a cry you can hear at night
it's not somebody who's seen the light
it's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Rufus Wainwright -Hallelujah

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Yo, Ho (A Pirate's Life For Me)
From: Pirates of the Caribbean by Disney
Music: George Bruns and Lyrics: Xavier Atencio

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We pillage, we plunder, we rifle and loot.
Drink up me hearties, Yo Ho.
We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot.
Drink up me hearties, Yo Ho.

Yo ho! Yo ho! A pirate's life for me!

We extort, we pilfer, we filch and sack.
Drink up me hearties, Yo Ho.
Maraud and embezzle and even highjack.
Drink up me hearties, Yo Ho.

Yo ho! Yo ho! A pirate's life for me!

We kindle and char, inflame and ignite.
Drink up me hearties, Yo Ho.
We burn up the city, we're really a fright.
Drink up me hearties, Yo Ho.

We're rascals, scoundrels, villains and knaves.
Drink up me hearties, Yo Ho.
We're devils and black sheep, ... really bad eggs.
Drink up me hearties, Yo Ho.

Yo ho! Yo ho! A pirate's life for me!

We're beggars and blighters and ne'er do-well cads,
Drink up me hearties, Yo Ho.
Aye, but we're loved by our mommies and dads,
Drink up me hearties, Yo Ho.

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Warcrack patch is taking WAY too long!

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My life is brilliant.
My love is pure.
I saw an angel.
Of that I'm sure.
He smiled at me on College.
He was with another man.
But I won't lose no sleep on that,
'Cause I've got a plan.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw you face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.

Yeah, he caught my eye,
As we walked on by.
He could see from my face that I was,
Fucking high,
And I don't think that I'll see him again,
But we shared a moment that will last till the end.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw you face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
There must be an angel with a smile on his face,
When he thought up that I should be with you.
But it's time to face the truth,
I will never be with you.

James Blunt alt

Pretty song.
Pretty depressing.

And in the video, a cute guy jumps off a bridge.
Go figure!

http://www.jamesblunt.com

BTW: I got my computer back to working, thanks to a guildmate from Warcrack.
Go figure!

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Seasonal Affective Disorder

What is Seasonal Affective Disorder?
Some people suffer from symptoms of depression during the winter months, with symptoms subsiding during the spring and summer months. This may be a sign of Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD). SAD is a mood disorder associated with depression episodes and related to seasonal variations of light.

SAD was first noted before 1845, but was not officially named until the early 1980’s. As sunlight has affected the seasonal activities of animals (i.e., reproductive cycles and hibernation), SAD may be an effect of this seasonal light variation in humans. As seasons change, there is a shift in our “biological internal clocks” or circadian rhythm, due partly to these changes in sunlight patterns. This can cause our biological clocks to be out of “step” with our daily schedules. The most difficult months for SAD sufferers are January and February, and younger persons and women are at higher risk.

Symptoms Include:

* regularly occurring symptoms of depression (excessive eating and sleeping, weight gain) during the fall or winter months.
* full remission from depression occur in the spring and summer months.
* symptoms have occurred in the past two years, with no nonseasonal depression episodes.
* seasonal episodes substantially outnumber nonseasonal depression episodes.
* a craving for sugary and/or starchy foods.

Possible Cause of this Disorder
Melatonin, a sleep-related hormone secreted by the pineal gland in the brain, has been linked to SAD. This hormone, which may cause symptoms of depression, is produced at increased levels in the dark. Therefore, when the days are shorter and darker the production of this hormone increases.

Treatments
Phototherapy or bright light therapy has been shown to suppress the brain’s secretion of melatonin. Although, there have been no research findings to definitely link this therapy with an antidepressant effect, many people respond to this treatment. The device most often used today is a bank of white fluorescent lights on a metal reflector and shield with a plastic screen. For mild symptoms, spending time outdoors during the day or arranging homes and workplaces to receive more sunlight may be helpful. One study found that an hour’s walk in winter sunlight was as effective as two and a half hours under bright artificial light.

If phototherapy doesn’t work, an antidepressant drug may prove effective in reducing or eliminating SAD symptoms, but there may be unwanted side effects to consider. Discuss your symptoms thoroughly with your family doctor and/or mental health professional.

In other words... I can't wait until spring.

Life sucks.
I can't get motivated.
And all I do all day is play Warcrack.
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Chess: London Soundtrack
Song: I Know Him So Well

[FLORENCE]
Nothing is so good it lasts eternally
Perfect situations must go wrong
But this has never yet prevented me
Wanting far too much for far too long.
Looking back I could have played it differently
Won a few more moments who can tell
But it took time to understand the man
Now at least I know I know him well

[FLORENCE]
Wasn't it good?
Wasn't he fine?
Isn't it madness
He can't be mine?

[SVETLANA]
Oh so good
Oh so fine

He can't be mine?

[FLORENCE]
But in the end he needs
A little bit more than me --
More security

[SVETLANA]
He needs his fantasy
And freedom

[FLORENCE]
I know him so well.

[SVETLANA]
No one in your life is with you constantly
No one is completely on your side
And though I move my world to be with him
Still the gap between us is too wide.

[FLORENCE]

Looking back I could
Have played things
Some other way

[SVETLANA]

Looking back I could
Have played it
Differently

Learned about the man
Before I fell

[FLORENCE]
I was just a little
Careless maybe

[SVETLANA]
But I was
Ever so much
Younger then
Now at least

[FLORENCE]
Now at least
I know him well

[BOTH]
I know I know him well

[SVETLANA]

Wasn't it good?
Wasn't he fine?
Isn't it madness

[FLORENCE]

Oh so good
Oh so fine

[BOTH]
He won't be mine?
Didn't I know
How it would go?
If I knew from the start
Why am I falling apart?

[SVETLANA]

Wasn't it good?
Wasn't he fine?

[FLORENCE]

Isn't it madness
He won't be mine?

[SVETLANA]
He won't be mine?

[FLORENCE]
But in the end he needs a
Little bit more than me --
More security

[SVETLANA]
He needs his
Fantasy and freedom

[FLORENCE]
I know him so well

[SVETLANA]
It took time to understand him

[BOTH]
I know him so well

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Yeah, it's gay cliche to love showtunes, yet I do.

Various Artists / Stage 1: How I Love You
Year: 1996
Track Title
1. Someone To Watch Over Me (Oh, Kay!) -- Michael Fawcett
2. Bewitched (Pal Joey) -- Ralph Peña
3. We Kiss In A Shadow / I Have Dreamed (The King & I) -- William Reilly & Francis Cruz
4. So Many People (Saturday Night) -- Richard True, Ralph Peña, William Reilly
5. Love Song (Pippin) -- Franciz Cruz, Michael Fawcett, Richard True, Ralph Peña, William Reilly
6. Who Are You Now? (Funny Girl) / My Own Space (The Act) -- Ralph Peña, Michael Fawcett
7. Tell Me On A Sunday (Song & Dance) -- Francis Cruz
8. I Lnow Him So Well (Chess) -- Ralph Peña, Francis Cruz
9. It's Alright With Me (Can Can) -- Richard True, William Reilly, Leon Ko & Robert Lee
10. Time Heals Everything (Mack & Mabel) -- William Reilly
11. On My Own (Les Miserables) / I Still Believe (Miss Saigon) -- Richard True & Francis Cruz
12. If I Loved You (Carousel) / Loving You (Passion) -- William Reilly, Ralph Peña, Michael Fawcett, Richard True, Francis Cruz

Various Artists / Stage 2: The Human Heart
Year: 1997
Track Title
1. He Loves And She Loves / So Far -- Charlie Owens, Ralph Peña
2. A Place Called Home -- Sean Ray & Francis Cruz
3. Can't Help Lovin' Dat Man / Something Wonderful -- Charlie Owens
4. Let's Not Waste A Moment -- Sean Ray
5. Blame It On The Summer Night -- Francis Cruz
6. I'm A Stranger Here Myself -- Ralph Peña
7. It's Never That Easy / I've Been Here Before -- Charlie Owens
8. Nobody's Side / Knowing When To Leave -- Ralph Peña, Francis Cruz
9. Old Friend -- Sean Ray, Francis Cruz, Ralph Peña, Charlie Owens
10. Another Suitcase In Another Hall -- Ralph Peña
11. I Wish I Could Forget You / I Have A Love -- Charlie Owens & Francis Cruz
12. In Whatever Time We Have -- Sean Ray, Francis Cruz, Charlie Owens & Ralph Peña
13. The Human Heart -- Francis Cruz, Charlie Owens, Ralph Peña & Sean Ray

DINK records
http://www.dinkrecords.com/

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The Way is the way of Heaven and Earth;
Man's place is to follow it;
therefore make it the object of thy life to reverence Heaven.
Heaven loves me and others with equal love;
therefore with the love wherewith thou lovest thyself, love others.
Make not Man thy partner but Heaven, and making Heaven thy partner do thy best.
Never condemn others; but see to it that thou comest not short of thine own mark.

Bushido, Chapter VIII, HONOUR
pg 78

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Remember, remember the fifth of November
The gunpowder treason and plot.
I see no reason why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.

Guy Fawkes, twas his intent
To blow up king and parliament.
Three score barrels were laid below
To prove old England's overthrow.

By God's mercy he was catched
With a dark lantern and lighted match.
Holler boys, holler boys, let the bells ring
Holler boys, holler boys, God save the King.

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Recapitulation theory
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The theory of recapitulation, also called the biogenetic law or ontogeny recapitulates phylogeny, is a hypothesis in biology which attempts to explain apparent similarities between humans and other animals. First espoused in 1866 by German zoologist Ernst Haeckel, a contemporary of Charles Darwin, the theory has been discredited in its absolute form, although recognized as being partly accurate. In biology, ontogeny is the embryonal development process of a certain species, and phylogeny a species' evolutionary history. Observers have noted various connections between phylogeny and ontogeny, explained them with evolutionary theory and taken them as supporting evidence for that theory.

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Well, I'm working on a story, and one of the concepts I wish to explore in the book is how ontogeny informs phylogeny. Ontogeny is the development of the embryos of a given species; phylogeny is the evolutionary history of a species.

So, if you read this, lemme ask you. How do you think ontogeny informs phylogeny? Or even how phylogeny informs ontogeny?

Thanks!

CURRENT MOON
Waxing Gibbous
72% of Full
Fri 7 Apr, 2006

My desktop Star Wars game is postponed until next week, too late to sign up for a shift.

Mebbe I'll work on my story.

but, 99% chance I'll just play warcrack.

if only I could have a BF, then I'd not play warcrack as much.

unless he played Warcrack too... mebbe
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Walt Whitman (1819–1892). Leaves of Grass. 1900.

283. A Clear Midnight

THIS is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best.
Night, sleep, and the stars.

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hey.... five months have swiflty blown through 2006... geesh

Still single
still lonely
still hating my current existence
still playing Warcrack
now trying http://www.eve-online.com/
trying http://www.gay.com/chat/ again, but using
http://www.chattage.com/ to cut down on the bots
still playing http://www.powerball.com/ [$ 16.9 Million Cash Value]

still hopeful

***************************Hello Neo.

-Who are you?

-I am the Architect. I created the Matrix. I have been waiting for you. You have many questions and although the process has altered your consciousness you remain irrevocably human, ergo some of my answers you will understand and some of them you will not. Concordantly, while your first question maybe the most pertinent you may or may not realize it is also the most irrelevant.

-Why am I here?

-Your life is the sum of a remainder of an unbalanced equation inherent in the programming of the matrix. You are the eventuality of an anomaly which despite my sincerest efforts I have been unable to eliminate from what is otherwise a harmony of mathematical precision. While it remains a burden deciduously avoided it is not unexpected and thus not beyond a measure of control. Which has led you inexcerably here?

-You haven't answered my question.

-Quite right. Interesting, that was quicker then the others.

"Get away from me!" I shouted to the million blades of green crowding my feet and sucking me down into the soft earth.

scha·den·freu·de "schadenfreude" (shädn-froid) n. Pleasure derived from the misfortunes of others.

Hetairos wanted! ***************************So, I have a wish.

Pennsic XXXVI will take place from July 27 - August 12, 2007. 267 days from today. Pennsic War has become a BYOB event Bring Your Own Boy/Bitch. I wish that next Pennsic I will have one, two or even three hetairos (Greek for Companion). In my dreams they are called Clovis, Baldwin and Algers. So, with luck, and the appropriate sacrifices and spells, I may have my hetairos.

11595 people were in attendance for Pennsic XXXV. I wasn't there.

I'm not holding my breath

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"I Think It's Going To Rain Today"

Broken windows and empty hallways
A pale dead moon in the sky streaked with gray
Human kindness is overflowing
And I think it's going to rain today

Scarecrows dressed in the latest styles
With frozen smiles to chase love away
Human kindness is overflowing
And I think it's going to rain today

Lonely, lonely
Tin can at my feet
Think I'll kick it down the street
That's the way to treat a friend

Bright before me the signs implore me
To help the needy and show them the way
Human kindness is overflowing
And I think it's going to rain today

I'm thinking this was 1st a Nina Simone song, but Randy Newman and Bette Midler have done covers.

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I am colorblind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am taffy stuck and tongue tied
Stutter shook and uptight
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am fine
I am covered in skin
No one gets to come in
Pull me out from inside
I am folded and unfolded and unfolding
I am colorblind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am fine
I am fine
I am fine

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How I wish I could surrender my soul;
Shed the clothes that become my skin;
See the liar that burns within my needing.
How I wish I'd chosen darkness from cold.
How I wish I had screamed out loud,
Instead I've found no meaning.

I guess it's time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain,
All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.
Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.
I've heard what they say, but I'm not here for trouble.
It's more than just words: it's just tears and rain.

How I wish I could walk through the doors of my mind;
Hold memory close at hand,
Help me understand the years.
How I wish I could choose between Heaven and Hell.
How I wish I would save my soul.
I'm so cold from fear.

I guess it's time I run far, far away; find comfort in pain,
All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.
Hides my true shape, like Dorian Gray.
I've heard what they say, but I'm not here for trouble.
Far, far away; find comfort in pain.
All pleasure's the same: it just keeps me from trouble.
It's more than just words: it's just tears and rain.

James Blunt - Tears And Rain
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I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion.
I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser Gate.
All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain.
Time to die.

Blade Runner (dir. Ridley Scott), 1982

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And I ask myself, do I see hibernation of a bear, or am I becoming the chrysalis of my future butterfly? I need to discern the sensitive dependence on initial conditions, or fail and become utterly determanistic.

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Cause I'm looking at you through the glass
Don't know how much time has passed
All I know is that it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home,
sitting all alone inside your head

And it's the stars
The stars that shine for you yeh ya

* * * * * * * *

Another airplane
Another sunny place
I’m lucky I know
But I wanna go home
Mmmm, I’ve got to go home

Let me go home
I’m just too far from where you are
I wanna come home

And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life
It’s like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
But this was not your dream
But you always believe in me

Another winter day has come
And gone away
And even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home

* * * * * * * *

And for me, I'm not gonna get home until I find the man for whom I am Mr. Right. Someone to share my life with, and make the good things that much more significant.

I wanna go home
Let me go home

* * * * * * * *

Can anybody find me somebody to love?
Each morning I get up I die a little
Can barely stand on my feet
Take a look in the mirror and cry
Lord what you're doing to me
I have spent all my years in believing you
But I just can't get no relief, Lord!
Somebody, somebody
Can anybody find me somebody to love?

I work hard every day of my life
I work till I ache my bones
At the end I take home my hard earned pay all on my own -
I get down on my knees
And I start to pray
Till the tears run down from my eyes
Lord - somebody - somebody
Can anybody find me - somebody to love?
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Okay... so, as we know, in the internet, your penis is larger than IRL.

Your virtual penis is large enough to wear a hat!

What kind of hat does your virtual penis wear?

My virtual penis wears a miner's helmet!

THE HERO STORY

*Stop me if you're heard this one:

The hero is introduced in his ordinary world, where he receives the call to adventure. He is reluctant at first but is encouraged by the wise old man or woman to cross the first threshold, where he encounters tests and helpers. He reaches the innermost cave, where he endures the supreme ordeal. He seizes the sword or the treasure and is pursued on the road back to his world. He is resurrected and transformed by his experience. He returns to his ordinary world with a treasure, boon, or elixir to benefit his world.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hero_with_a_Thousand_Faces"

Okay... so 10 months ago I started this story. I need to get back to writing.

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"We are not afraid to follow truth wherever it may lead, nor to tolerate any error so long as reason is left free to combat it." --Thomas Jefferson to William Roscoe, 1820.

"Eppur si muove." ("And yet it [the earth] moves" or "but it moves") is a comment Galileo Galilei is rumored to have made after his recantation before the Inquisition.

from The Temple (1633), by George Herbert:
Jordan. (I)

Who sayes that fictions onely and false hair
Become a verse? Is there in truth no beauty?
Is all good structure in a winding stair?
May no lines passe, except they do their dutie
Not to a true, but painted chair?

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use one word meme
1. Where is your cell phone? obfuscated
2. Describe your boyfriend/girlfriend/S.O.? insatiable
3. Your hair? lustrous
4. Your mother? neglegent
5. Your father? hypocrisy
6. Your favorite item? fedelity
7. Your dream last night? ImPoSiBlE
8. Your favorite drink? reciprocal
9. Your dream car? tardis
10. The room you are in? esoteric
11. Your ex? interred
12. Your fear? innefectiality
13. What do you want to be in 10 years? eminent
14. Who did you hang out with last night? gregarious
15. What you're not? lythe
19. The last thing you did? meddle
20. What are you wearing? ambivalent
22. Your favorite book? enigma
23. The last thing you ate? dubious
24. Your life? pyrrhic
25. Your mood? congenial
26. Your friends? girth and mirth
27. What are you thinking about right now? intrepid
28. Your car? salvaged
29. What are you doing at the moment? verisimilitude
30. Your summer? volatile
31. Your relationship status? nihilistic
32. What is on your tv? nausea
33. When is the last time you laughed? nocturnal
34. Last time you cried? torpid
35. School? stagnation

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O Fortuna
velut luna
statu variabilis,
semper crescis
aut decrescis;
vita detestabilis
nunc obdurat
et tunc curat
ludo mentis aciem,
egestatem,
potestatem
dissolvit ut glaciem.

O Fortune,
like the moon
you are changeable,
ever waxing
and waning;
hateful life
first oppresses
and then soothes
as fancy takes it;
poverty
and power
it melts them like ice.

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Philip: I've spent two years on every street in hell.
Richard: That's odd. I never saw you there.

Memorable quote from "The Lion in Winter"

Henry II: The day those stout hearts band together is the day that pigs get wings.
Eleanor: There'll be pork in the treetops come morning.

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Well, sometime this summer, I am going to host a BOF camp. This BOF CAMP will be invitation only, no-structure, no plan, tent on the lawns, event. Well... I might need a lawn.
Just need to figure out who to invite.
And where to fit them all.

# Birds of a Feather: This idiom is a shortening of the proverb "Birds of a feather flock together.", meaning that people (birds) of the same kind or interest (of a common feather) enjoy spending time (flocking) together. This proverb is believed to date back as far as Greek and Roman times, but has become commonly used as jargon by various groups since the nineteenth century. In the world of computing, BoF (Birds Of a Feather) can refer to:

* An informal discussion group. Unlike Special Interest Groups or Working groups, BoFs are informal and often formed in an ad-hoc manner. The acronym is used by the Internet Engineering Task Force (IETF) to denote initial meetings of members interested in a particular issue.
* A BoF session, an informal meet-up at conferences, where the attendees group together based on a shared interest and carry out discussions without any pre-planned agenda.

Other 'Minced Oaths' [I like 'Ten foot Jesus in a garden!]:

Christ

* Crikey
* Cripes
* Krimeny

For Christ's sake
(sometimes corrupted to "for Christ sakes")

* Chrissakes
* For Fuck's sake
* For Pete's sake
* For Heaven's sake
* For Cry (possibly a Pennsylvanianism as it appears in John Updike's "Rabbit" trilogy.)
* For crying out loud (also, a way of hinting at 'fuck' or sanitising it after speaking; "Fuck... rying out loud")

Jesus

* Gee
* Gee whizz
* Gee willikers
* Hey Zeus (referring to the Spanish pronunciation)
* Jebus (Homer Simpson used this word in an episode of The Simpsons)
* Jeez
* Jehoshaphat
* John Banelis
* Sheesh
* Bejeez/Bujeez

Jesus Christ

* Christ on a Bike
* Cheese 'n' Rice
* Jason Crisp
* Jeepers Creepers
* Jeepers Cripes
* Jeezum Crow
* Jeezy Creezy
* Jiminy Christmas
* Jiminy Cricket
* Jiminy Jillikers
* Jings Crivvens (Scottish)
* Judas Priest (such as by baseball innovator Branch Rickey)
* Sweet Jesus Harry Christ on a Bike
* 10 Foot Jesus in the Garden (a Newfoundlandism)

Jesus Christ, God Almighty

* Cheese 'n' rice, got all muddy

By Jesus

* bejabbers (commonly said by Dave the Barbarian)
* bejeebers
* b'jeezers

Jumping Jesus

* Jumping Jehoshaphat
* Yumping Yiminy

Christ defend us

* Crivvens

Jerusalem

* Gee
* Gee willikers

Suffering Saviour

* Suffering succotash (tagline of the cartoon character Sylvester the cat)

"All right," said Susan, "I'm not stupid. You're saying humans need ... fantasies to make life bearable."
No. Humans need fantasy to be human. To be the place where the falling angel meets the rising ape.
"Tooth fairies? Hogfathers?"
Yes. As practice. You have to start out learning to believe the little lies.
"So we can believe the big ones?"
Yes. Justice. Mercy. Duty. That sort of thing.
"They're not the same at all!"
Take the universe and grind it down to the finest powder and sieve it through with the finest sieve and then show me one atom of justice, one molecule of mercy. And yet you act as if there were some sort of rightness in the universe by which it may be judged.
"Yes. But people have got to believe that or what's the point—"
My point exactly.
– Hogfather

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Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We pillage plunder, we rifle and loot.
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.
We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot.
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We extort and pilfer, we filch and sack.
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.
Maraud and embezzle and even highjack.
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We kindle and char and in flame and ignite.
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.
We burn up the city, we're really a fright.
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.

We're rascals and scoundrels, we're villians and knaves.
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.
We're devils and black sheep, we're really bad eggs.
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.

We're beggars and blighters and ne'er do-well cads,
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.
Aye, but we're loved by our mommies and dads,
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.

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burns at the center of time

I was so scared of the Doctor.
Why?
Because I've seen him.
He's like fire and ice and rage.
He's like the night and the storm and the heart of the sun.
He's ancient and forever.
He burns at the center of time and he can see the turn of the unverse.
And he's wonderful.

And he's DAMN SEXY!

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Death: Humans need fantasy to *be* human. To be the place where the falling angel meets the rising ape.
Susan: With tooth fairies? Hogfathers?
Death: Yes. As practice, you have to start out learning to believe the little lies.
Susan: So we can believe the big ones?
Death: Yes. Justice, mercy, duty. That sort of thing.
Susan: They're not the same at all.
Death: You think so? Then take the universe and grind it down to the finest powder, and sieve it through the finest sieve, and then show me one atom of justice, one molecule of mercy. And yet, you try to act as if there is some ideal order in the world. As if there is some, some rightness in the universe, by which it may be judged.
Susan: But people have got to believe that, or what's the point?
Death: You need to believe in things that aren't true. How else can they become?

Hogfather

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There are, it has been said, two types of people in the world. There are those who, when presented with a glass that is exactly half full, say: this glass is half full. And then there are those who say: this glass is half empty. The world belongs, however, to those who can look at the glass and say: What's up with this glass? Excuse me? Excuse me? This is my glass? I don't think so. My glass was full! And it was a bigger glass!

-- (Terry Pratchett, The Truth)

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Harvey Fierstein's 12 Step Program to Change Your Life

* Never lie, and never let anyone cause you to lie. Truth, or the pursuit of it, is all we have.

* Never do anything you are ashamed of. If you're ashamed that means somewhere inside you think it's wrong; and if you think it's wrong, you shouldn't be doing it.

* Take full responsibility for yourself. You are the only one who can say what goes into or comes out of your body.

* Always admit when you're wrong. You'll save thousands in therapy later -- and a few friendships too.

* Change your mind as often as possible. Just because you thought something yesterday doesn't mean you have to think it today. Don't ever become a prisoner of your own opinion.

* Beware of anyone who says they know. Trust me, they don't, or they wouldn't have to say they did.

* Take care of yourself first, then your family, then your friends. And if you have anything left over, share it.

* Do something, anything, every day to change the world. It doesn't have to be big, it could be giving a dime to a street person, planting a flower, picking up litter. Anything will change the world.

* When you have nothing better to do, smile. You'll have to trust me on the miracle this step brings.

* Make a bit of time every day to be alone and think. Five or ten minutes is enough. It will keep you sane.

* Have all the sex you want -- safe sex. Get lust out of your way. It's the only way I know to make sure you fall in love for the right reasons. And I want you all to find true love.

* Learn something new every day. Read a newspaper article that you wouldn't normally read. Open a dictionary to a word you never heard, or never understood.

Taken from Harvey Fierstein's Commencement Address to the 1992 class at Bennington.

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It is with such activity in mind that the words of the late John F. Kennedy come back to haunt us. Five years ago he said, "Those who make peaceful revolution impossible will make violent revolution inevitable."

Increasingly, by choice or by accident, this is the role our nation has taken -- the role of those who make peaceful revolution impossible by refusing to give up the privileges and the pleasures that come from the immense profits of overseas investment.

I am convinced that if we are to get on the right side of the world revolution, we as a nation must undergo a radical revolution of values. We must rapidly begin the shift from a "thing-oriented" society to a "person-oriented" society. When machines and computers, profit motives and property rights are considered more important than people, the giant triplets of racism, materialism, and militarism are incapable of being conquered.

A true revolution of values will soon cause us to question the fairness and justice of many of our past and present policies. n the one hand we are called to play the good Samaritan on life's roadside; but that will be only an initial act. One day we must come to see that the whole Jericho road must be transformed so that men and women will not be constantly beaten and robbed as they make their journey on life's highway. True compassion is more than flinging a coin to a beggar; it is not haphazard and superficial. It comes to see that an edifice which produces beggars needs restructuring.

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Beyond Vietnam: A Time to Break Silence
By Rev. Martin Luther King
4 April 1967
http://www.informationclearinghouse.info/article2564.htm

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How Evil Are You?

In the Webcomic Order of the Stick, (http://www.giantitp.com/comics/oots0489.html) it was revealed that celestials judge evil by way of a line graph (measured in KiloNazis), where the baseline of evil is the projected evil of a hypothetical offspring of Cruella De Vil and Sauron.
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Okay... I randomly found this song.
I cried.
Happy New Year!
In 36 days we being the Year of the Rat, while the US chooses it's next president.
How appropo

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Abdul Abulbul Amir

The sons of the Prophet are brave men and bold
And quite unaccustomed to fear,
But the bravest by far in the ranks of the Shah,
Was Abdul Abulbul Amir.

If you wanted a man to encourage the van,
Or harass the foe from the rear,
Storm fort or redoubt, you had only to shout
For Abdul Abulbul Amir.

Now the heroes were plenty and well known to fame
In the troops that were led by the Czar,
And the bravest of these was a man by the name
Of Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.

One day this bold Russian, he shouldered his gun
And donned his most truculent sneer,
Downtown he did go where he trod on the toe
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir.

Young man, quoth Abdul, has life grown so dull
That you wish to end your career?
Vile infidel, know, you have trod on the toe
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir.

So take your last look at the sunshine and brook
And send your regrets to the Czar
For by this I imply, you are going to die,
Count Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.

Then this bold Mameluke drew his trusty skibouk,
Singing, "Allah! Il Allah! Al-lah!"
And with murderous intent he ferociously went
For Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.

They parried and thrust, they side-stepped and cussed,
Of blood they spilled a great part;
The philologist blokes, who seldom crack jokes,
Say that hash was first made on the spot.

They fought all that night neath the pale yellow moon;
The din, it was heard from afar,
And huge multitudes came, so great was the fame,
Of Abdul and Ivan Skavar.

As Abdul's long knife was extracting the life,
In fact he was shouting, "Huzzah!"
He felt himself struck by that wily Calmuck,
Count Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.

The Sultan drove by in his red-breasted fly,
Expecting the victor to cheer,
But he only drew nigh to hear the last sigh,
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir.

There's a tomb rises up where the Blue Danube rolls,
And graved there in characters clear,
Is, "Stranger, when passing, oh pray for the soul
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir."

A splash in the Black Sea one dark moonless night
Caused ripples to spread wide and far,
It was made by a sack fitting close to the back,
Of Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.

A Muscovite maiden her lone vigil keeps,
'Neath the light of the cold northern star,
And the name that she murmurs in vain as she weeps,
Is Ivan Skavinsky Skavar.

-- Percy French

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"There are, it has been said, two types of people in the world. There are those who, when presented with a glass that is exactly half full, say: this glass is half full. And then there are those who say: this glass is half empty. The world belongs, however, to those who can look at the glass and say: What's up with this glass? Excuse me? Excuse me? This is my glass? I don't think so. My glass was full! And it was a bigger glass!"

-- (Terry Pratchett, The Truth)

But, they never say what liquid is in the glass, do they?!
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Blessed above women shall Jael the wife of Heber the Kenite be, blessed shall she be above women in the tent. He asked water, and she gave him milk; she brought forth butter in a lordly dish. She put her hand to the nail, and her right hand to the workmen's hammer; and with the hammer she smote Sisera, she smote off his head, when she had pierced and struck through his temples.
At her feet he bowed, he fell, he lay down: at her feet he bowed, he fell: where he bowed, there he fell down dead.
The mother of Sisera looked out at a window, and cried through the lattice, Why is his chariot so long in coming? why tarry the wheels of his chariots?
Her wise ladies answered her, yes, she returned answer to herself. Have they not found; have they not divided the prey; to every man a damsel or two; to Sisera a prey of divers colors, a prey of divers colors of needle-work, of divers colors of needle-work on both sides, meet for the necks of them that take the spoil?

So let all thy enemies perish, O LORD: but let them that love him be as the sun when he goeth forth in his might. And the land had rest forty years.

(Judges 5:24-31)
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