as we were speaking of fan fiction, I should explain. I am a passionate fan of Sci-Fi. Well, I am not as passionate as I am about miniature golf, bagels and making fun of Egyptian Deities, but I am passionate enough for a Thursday evening. I also enjoy writing. I stumble upon some very good writers who do fan fiction, yet after getting up from my ( Read more... )

TORONTO - Air Canada's regional carrier Jazz is removing life vests from all its planes to save weight and fuel...

Even I, in my darkest and most sarcastic moment could not come up with that. Wow, humanity amazes.

I, of course stroked her hair but to no avail. Her only interest was dinner and as always she expected me to please her ( Read more... )

"I know Cat, I repeat myself ( Read more... )

So much like 2 people and 3 chimpanzees I met, I can't process the World until I express it. This largely is why I write such silly things, the World is far to serious to write otherwise. The Chimps, of course, express it best but they always have. Had Shakespeare not had Bobo to guide and mentor him we would still be reading of "Romeo and Garbage ( Read more... )

Time has, of course, this inexorable quality. It allegedly existed before you were born and some suspect it may outlive you. But, you have no way of knowing that and less reason to care. Time really only matters on weekends, especially long ones. Now work defines reality as it results in money which offers food, shelter and pornographic movies. ( Read more... )

It finally makes some sense to me. As a child, I rejected the god idea as too convenient. No one wanted to die so they created an afterlife and its caretaker, whom they called god. I never actually saw the old guy so I reasonably concluded that it was bull. Now, I'm grown. I realize others also sense that convenience and reality are not kissing ( Read more... )

"Ultimately, goldfish ( Read more... )

So speaking of ideas, gods and objects, clearly they are all the same. The idea you love grows within your soul. Souls are fertile places for ideas to grow. They suffer parasites, ideologues, and other perils, yet they survive. But, unfortunately, some ideas grow into gods. They accept adherence without the love of criticism. Sometimes they are ( Read more... )

In some regards, I feel alone. It seems no one sees the World as I do, a mystery to be solved. I sense the clues all around me and know if i can shed the silly preconceptions of childhood and culture all will be clear. But, it isn't yet. I expectrd the journey, the search for understanding would consume everyone. Perhaps it does and I just babble ( Read more... )