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..........Did You Say Postulate?.............
I read this some where else thought you'd like it as well
Welcome,
You've entered a world where the imagination soars and
knows no bounds, where learning is admired, and a
thoughtful critique is plentiful. While you're here
don't be discouraged by the indecency of the human
spirit, learn from it, grow because of it, and become
a better person for it, and learn how to defeat it,
for shall you fail in this endeavor life will pass you
by and you shall be nothing more than a wilted weed in
a garden of blossoming flowers. As you learn from
those in the garden you will quickly distinguish the
roses from the weeds. Be weary of these weeds for
their roots spead fast as you'll come to see, but as
they come so shall they pass to be forgotten as the
sun sets in the west to bring forth a sunrise of a new
beginning. Amanda if you are to take anything with
you after you leave this group take with you the
knowledge of the game, for if you lack the skills and
knowledge to play the game the victor may take all as
you stand in the shadows of defeat.
Kangarooman
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"These are not the Droids You're looking for."
surely,
the rebbi
Welcome,
You've entered a world where the imagination soars and
knows no bounds, where learning is admired, and a
thoughtful critique is plentiful. While you're here
don't be discouraged by the indecency of the human
spirit, learn from it, grow because of it, and become
a better person for it, and learn how to defeat it,
for shall you fail in this endeavor life will pass you
by and you shall be nothing more than a wilted weed in
a garden of blossoming flowers. As you learn from
those in the garden you will quickly distinguish the
roses from the weeds. Be weary of these weeds for
their roots spead fast as you'll come to see, but as
they come so shall they pass to be forgotten as the
sun sets in the west to bring forth a sunrise of a new
beginning. Amanda if you are to take anything with
you after you leave this group take with you the
knowledge of the game, for if you lack the skills and
knowledge to play the game the victor may take all as
you stand in the shadows of defeat.
Kangarooman
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"These are not the Droids You're looking for."
surely,
the rebbi
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Nice roll RG! It's difficult to roll a natural 20!! Looks like you have it down pat!Ranger Genius wrote:Geek joke:
Natural 20! I guess I pass my dex check! (whuich means I don't set myself on fire with my poi).
So the theme this year is like a giant camp out in the desert? With people bringing lots of shit from all over? uh.. -Marscrumbs
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I have forever in my hand.
It is mine to share or give.
It will be the gift that everyone remembers.
It will be the gift that shapes tomorrow,
It will be the one thing useful in our lives
I have forever in my hand.
It appears to be melting as I watch.
If I blow on it to cool it down my breath will erase the colors.
If I change hands, It will lose some of it's meaning.
If you want to share it I think you'd better hurry.
I have forever in my hand.
It is soft and furry like a rabbit.
Can you see it trembling there in my hand?
Can you sense the urgency as you stroke it's back?
Can you understand of why you even need Forever?
Can we talk about it tomorrow because it will be forever too.
"I intend to live forever - so far, so good."
sphericially,
Rabbi Dali Rick
01-21-05
copyright 2005
Rabbi Dali Rick
It is mine to share or give.
It will be the gift that everyone remembers.
It will be the gift that shapes tomorrow,
It will be the one thing useful in our lives
I have forever in my hand.
It appears to be melting as I watch.
If I blow on it to cool it down my breath will erase the colors.
If I change hands, It will lose some of it's meaning.
If you want to share it I think you'd better hurry.
I have forever in my hand.
It is soft and furry like a rabbit.
Can you see it trembling there in my hand?
Can you sense the urgency as you stroke it's back?
Can you understand of why you even need Forever?
Can we talk about it tomorrow because it will be forever too.
"I intend to live forever - so far, so good."
sphericially,
Rabbi Dali Rick
01-21-05
copyright 2005
Rabbi Dali Rick
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Some how the thought of that........nevermind.gigglesnort wrote:The blue ball has deflated now to the point that I'm sitting with the keyboard at breast level. *whine* I think it is time to move away from the computer. luv ya'll.....
Hey, have you ever noticed, ( for those that occasionally watch T.V. and Fox news at that.) this woman cristy lane:
Only advertises on Fox?What up wit dat?
P.S. and I dont care what anyone says her singing sucks and so does her music and her hair. so does her clothes.....she just sucks all over.
Yuck! IMHO of course. Just sayin yo!
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dr.placebo wrote:They say that there's no "I" in "TEAM", but if I'm allowed to reuse letters then I can spell "EAT ME".
..... I just sent this to my boss.... thanks, Doc, I needed that...
The revolutionary does not grow up because he cannot grow, while the creative individual cannot grow up because he keeps growing ~~ Eric Hoffer
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..................Play Misty For Me...........
I was just looking at footage from last years Meet & Greet... I love youse guys.......
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I thought this, from Time magazine, was funny so I thought I would share it.
Dear House of Windsor,
While I'm flattered by your recent invitation to celebrate the April wedding of His Royal Highness Charles, the Prince of Wales, and Mrs. Camilla Parker Bowles, the future Duchess of Cornwall and Princess Consort (or whatever combination of flowery titles the Royal stationer deems necessary to lend her calling cards and thank-you notes that traditional noble oomph) I must regretfully inform you that I will be unable to attend. Even more regretfully, I feel it is my duty to be candid about my reasons for non-attendance, which have nothing to do with ill-health or prior engagements, but result from an assortment of annoyances with your peculiar family and its history that I believe are both just and widely shared.
I'm an American, so I'll speak plainly.
1. You Already Fooled Us Once.
Charles's first wedding to the lovely Diana spawned a small industry in souvenir teacups, commemorative medallions, and “limited edition” glass figurines that drove quite a few of my older female relatives into considerable credit card debt. Their expenditures seemed understandable at the time. The wedding of a future British monarch is a once-in-a-lifetime spectacle, traditionally, and stocking up on related collectibles is less like an indulgence than an investment. With the passage of time, such keepsakes can be expected to grow steadily in value, both monetary and sentimental. Or so my naïve great aunts assumed. But then came the extramarital affairs, the sordid taped phone calls, the bitter divorce, and the tragic automobile crash. These events not only broke my loved one's hearts, they rendered their costly collections of royal curios virtually worthless.
This must not happen again.
2. Your Son Has Violated Sacred Principles.
The fact that Charles and Camilla are proven adulterers is no concern of mine. I'm no moralist, and I'm also a realist. I fully accept and understand that chastity among top-rank British royals is rarer than literacy among American presidents. What troubles me, however, is Prince Charles' flagrant disregard for natural law — the law of the jungle, not the law of heaven — in spurning a very young, attractive woman for a plainer specimen one year his senior, to whom he's stayed faithful, by all appearances, until this very day. God may or may not approve of these decisions, but they go against everything Darwin ever stood for.
3. You Have Trampled on Tradition.
The crowned heads of Europe, according to the history books, were generally lofty, unfeeling, pragmatic types who married not for sentimental reasons but to forge diplomatic alliances, consolidate material fortunes, and produce legitimate heirs. Prince Charles, by fathering children with Diana while carrying on with someone else, showed just such cold-bloodedness once, but then went soft. Now, like some pathetic commoner cruising the member profiles on Match.com for a soul-mate who enjoys bird-watching and Scrabble, he wants fulfillment, compatibility, partnership. The next thing we know, he'll be on Dr. Phil discussing the Seven Secrets of Lasting Intimacy.
Dr. Phil: “As happy middle-aged monogamists, how do you and Camilla keep the flame alive? Honest and open communication? Erotic experimentation? Romantic dinners?”
His Royal Highness, the Prince of Wales: “During the day, we watch polo. At night we spoon.”
Henry the VIII would be appalled.
4. You Bore Me Stiff.
Chronologically, they're both in their late fifties, but spiritually and psychologically, Charles and Camilla appear to be somewhere in their early nineties. They were born this way, one senses, which may be why they fell in love originally and why their affair has been able to survive so much noisy public disapproval and so many years of relentless tabloid controversy. Slowly, steadily, and relentlessly, their plodding, undemonstrative tortoise love has numbed the public and put the critics to sleep, neutralizing scandal through sheer boredom and reminding us that marriage is not the only way to turn passion into monotony. As the best-behaved misbehavers in history, it's hard to remember that they ever did anything wrong or even possessed the capacity for wrongdoing.
As the colorless civil ceremony that will formalize their relationship approaches, one thing feels absolutely certain: there will be no more excitement from these two. They'll never stray or break another's heart. They'll never again be recorded while having phone sex — or if they are the transcript will not be published . They'll never mortify their parents again, embarrass their children, or shock their friends. And, of course, they'll never, ever divorce.
For me, that takes all the fun out of a wedding, which is why I'm afraid I won't be there on April 8th, rain or shine.
Sincerely,
Almost Everybody
Dear House of Windsor,
While I'm flattered by your recent invitation to celebrate the April wedding of His Royal Highness Charles, the Prince of Wales, and Mrs. Camilla Parker Bowles, the future Duchess of Cornwall and Princess Consort (or whatever combination of flowery titles the Royal stationer deems necessary to lend her calling cards and thank-you notes that traditional noble oomph) I must regretfully inform you that I will be unable to attend. Even more regretfully, I feel it is my duty to be candid about my reasons for non-attendance, which have nothing to do with ill-health or prior engagements, but result from an assortment of annoyances with your peculiar family and its history that I believe are both just and widely shared.
I'm an American, so I'll speak plainly.
1. You Already Fooled Us Once.
Charles's first wedding to the lovely Diana spawned a small industry in souvenir teacups, commemorative medallions, and “limited edition” glass figurines that drove quite a few of my older female relatives into considerable credit card debt. Their expenditures seemed understandable at the time. The wedding of a future British monarch is a once-in-a-lifetime spectacle, traditionally, and stocking up on related collectibles is less like an indulgence than an investment. With the passage of time, such keepsakes can be expected to grow steadily in value, both monetary and sentimental. Or so my naïve great aunts assumed. But then came the extramarital affairs, the sordid taped phone calls, the bitter divorce, and the tragic automobile crash. These events not only broke my loved one's hearts, they rendered their costly collections of royal curios virtually worthless.
This must not happen again.
2. Your Son Has Violated Sacred Principles.
The fact that Charles and Camilla are proven adulterers is no concern of mine. I'm no moralist, and I'm also a realist. I fully accept and understand that chastity among top-rank British royals is rarer than literacy among American presidents. What troubles me, however, is Prince Charles' flagrant disregard for natural law — the law of the jungle, not the law of heaven — in spurning a very young, attractive woman for a plainer specimen one year his senior, to whom he's stayed faithful, by all appearances, until this very day. God may or may not approve of these decisions, but they go against everything Darwin ever stood for.
3. You Have Trampled on Tradition.
The crowned heads of Europe, according to the history books, were generally lofty, unfeeling, pragmatic types who married not for sentimental reasons but to forge diplomatic alliances, consolidate material fortunes, and produce legitimate heirs. Prince Charles, by fathering children with Diana while carrying on with someone else, showed just such cold-bloodedness once, but then went soft. Now, like some pathetic commoner cruising the member profiles on Match.com for a soul-mate who enjoys bird-watching and Scrabble, he wants fulfillment, compatibility, partnership. The next thing we know, he'll be on Dr. Phil discussing the Seven Secrets of Lasting Intimacy.
Dr. Phil: “As happy middle-aged monogamists, how do you and Camilla keep the flame alive? Honest and open communication? Erotic experimentation? Romantic dinners?”
His Royal Highness, the Prince of Wales: “During the day, we watch polo. At night we spoon.”
Henry the VIII would be appalled.
4. You Bore Me Stiff.
Chronologically, they're both in their late fifties, but spiritually and psychologically, Charles and Camilla appear to be somewhere in their early nineties. They were born this way, one senses, which may be why they fell in love originally and why their affair has been able to survive so much noisy public disapproval and so many years of relentless tabloid controversy. Slowly, steadily, and relentlessly, their plodding, undemonstrative tortoise love has numbed the public and put the critics to sleep, neutralizing scandal through sheer boredom and reminding us that marriage is not the only way to turn passion into monotony. As the best-behaved misbehavers in history, it's hard to remember that they ever did anything wrong or even possessed the capacity for wrongdoing.
As the colorless civil ceremony that will formalize their relationship approaches, one thing feels absolutely certain: there will be no more excitement from these two. They'll never stray or break another's heart. They'll never again be recorded while having phone sex — or if they are the transcript will not be published . They'll never mortify their parents again, embarrass their children, or shock their friends. And, of course, they'll never, ever divorce.
For me, that takes all the fun out of a wedding, which is why I'm afraid I won't be there on April 8th, rain or shine.
Sincerely,
Almost Everybody
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