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2/25/06 11:26 pm - hahaha

You Are a Natural Flirt

Believe it or not, you're a really effective flirt.
And you're so good, you hardly notice that you're flirting.
Your attitude and confidence make you a natural flirt.
And the fact that you don't know it is just that more attractive!

2/23/06 02:01 am - Barney is a communist from our imagination...

(1:48:40 AM) Me: Barney is a communist!
(1:48:58 AM) Zak: we talked about this
(1:49:08 AM) Zak: him and sessame street
(1:49:19 AM) Me: He has ideals about enforcing "equalities" on children.
(1:49:35 AM) Zak: and overly pushes sharing
(1:50:19 AM) Me: And he tries to candy coat exile by saying if they don't...they won't have any friends.
(1:51:36 AM) Me: Which means..."If you don't share all your snacks and toys...we will ban you from our utopian society."
(1:52:49 AM) Me: He probably has laws that say it is for the common good of the collective that they are all molested by him for equal rations of time.
(1:53:08 AM) Zak: lol
(1:53:11 AM) Zak: no faviorites
(1:54:59 AM) Me: Well, as animal farm says..."all animals are equal; some are more equal than others." Meaning, all the male children.
(1:55:26 AM) Zak: lol

2/20/06 01:59 am

(1:57:26 AM) Me: And then eating his guitar like a man. All my children will be men...even the girls.

2/11/06 02:12 pm

Your Candy Heart Says "Get Real"

You're a bit of a cynic when it comes to love.
You don't lose your head, and hardly anyone penetrates your heart.

Your ideal Valentine's Day date: is all about the person you're seeing (with no mentions of v-day!)

Your flirting style: honest and even slightly sarcastic

What turns you off: romantic expectations and "greeting card" holidays

Why you're hot: you don't just play hard to get - you are hard to get

2/5/06 12:33 am

When you take her into your arms at night, can you be sure that she is there?

2/4/06 12:17 am - Art

"These paintings, these poems, and these demonstrations which we have been talking about are the expression of men who are struggling with their appalling lostness. Dare we laugh at such things? Dare we feel superior when we view their tortured expressions in their art? Christians should stop laughing and take such men seriously. Then we shall have the right again to speak to our generation. Those men are dying while they live; yet where is our compassion for them? There is nothing more ugly then a Christian orthodoxy without understanding or without compassion." -Francis A. Schaeffer, The God who is there

1/21/06 01:17 am - This is sad.

I found this link in Paul Manata's recent blog entry: On Rufuting Someone by Arguments From Nananana Boo Boo and Benightedness


Don't look at this if you have a weak stomach


I'd recommend reading Paul's blog. He is an awesome apologist.

1/19/06 01:39 am - haw

I got my ears pierced with 10 gauge needles. I was hoping for 8g, but they were out. woot!

1/16/06 09:07 am - Peter Gibbons speaks wisdom.

"Human beings were not meant to sit in little cubicles staring at computer screens all day, filling out useless forms and listening to eight different bosses drone on about mission statements."

1/8/06 11:40 pm - Maybe I'm crazy...

Observing and hearing about the lives of my fellow employees has wrought deep grief in my heart. One server, who is nineteen, is bringing in all the income while her jackass of a boyfriend sits at home drinking, smoking pot, and cheating on her. She has of course joined in on his habits. She cries herself to sleep at night because she knows he is cheating on her, but she loves him too much to let him go. Sleeping (very little from what she tells me), working, and spending time with her boyfriend (usually drinking or smoking) is all there is to life for her. She says she plans on going to college when she gets things together. But with her current lifestyle, how can that ever happen? Even when she tries to save money it gets spent on drugs. When will she realize that she has become the helpless host of a life devouring parasite?

Speaking of servers, another one comes to mind. She is seventeen, not attending school (though she supposedly plans on going back), and dating another wonderful guy who decided to come and visit her drunk tonight. Her life revolves around pot. In fact, this evening she was having a conversation with another employee about how she wants to go to Amsterdam SO bad. This is because marijuana is not only legal there, but cheaper and of a higher quality. Some aspirations...I want to ask her what her purpose is in life? Why does she live? Does her life actually have meaning? Or is she going to spend the rest of her life at a dead end job dating brainless drunks and doing drugs?

It could be that there is no purpose to life, but if there is anything at all, it is that there is a purpose to life. And with this purpose there is responsibility. One of them told me they use to be religious, but then they just gave up. Those who deceive themselves will come to the conclusion that there is no purpose to life; this is what happens when you reject the christian worldview. Many live in an intoxicated state to soften the ramifications of their perception of reality. Others live inconsistent lifestyles, and find themselves living for some hollow cause that leaves them wanting at the end of the day. But of the many different ways people find to replace the way they should be living; there is a group that is more perturbing then all the others. These people live consistently, following their worldview to its logical conclusion. These are the murders, the rapists, those who commit suicide, and the worst criminals who have ever lived. They find no purpose in living or subjecting themselves to morality.

If there is no God, then what is the purpose of living? Why is murder wrong? Who are we to say what is good or bad? Why should we do anything besides what suffices for the expediency? Perhaps, there is only temporal happiness, and we should stop striving for anything more. Could it be, that minuscule transitory self-gratification is the closest thing we will ever get to this thing we call "happiness". If it even exists. Maybe I'm crazy, and they have it right after all...
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