Navigating a boat out of a narrow and winding channel may be slow and tedious, but once you reach the open ocean, you can unfurl the sail and relax.

Religion, it seems to me, is a lot like a big game of telephone spanned over centuries.

What does it mean if both pupils don't have the same dialation? Is that bad?

I've been doing a lot of thinking about Heinz's 57 Varieties lately. Ketchup gets way too much credit. They should give the others some time in the spotlight...like the Heinz Green Tomato Sauce, the fine line of Heinz Tinned Sponge Puddings, or the Heinz Exotic Sauce (always fun at parties).

Hellow Lyvejurnle. Yew nevurgh kall aniegh-morgh, sow Aye desyded toowe leeve yew thys noat. Gawsh, Aye've gawt tew saigh, iyt's harghd tew speghl evaree wurd rong, esspesshally sum uv thugh shoarter wuns. Iyt's gude tew thynck fonetikly anned iyt alweighs helghps tew a adde extruh cylibles, vauwils orgh konsownents. Aniweigh, Lyvejurnal, hauw argh ( Read more... )

I learned something this weekend. Olive green pants do not go well with a red shirt. I suppose such things are good to know for colorblind men who dress themselves. No wonder every time I go out in public people give me funny looks--I just have no clue when it comes to fashion. But I probably don't care enough to learn the ways of proper color ( Read more... )

Just for the heck of it, I decided to take the colorquiz again to see how my current mood might be reflected in my results. And, I don't know if by reading what it had to say whether I convinced myself that this is how I feel, but the quiz at least seemed to do a decent job of summing up my sentiments. There are a number of things in which I ( Read more... )

I'm feeling rather frustrated lately. I can't put a finger on it. I'm sure, as it always is, my mental state is the result of a number of converging factors. Myabe I'm frustrated partly because I don't know what to write here. Also, school just doesn't seem to be clicking this semester; I have 2 exams tomorrow, niether of which I have even begun to ( Read more... )

I have a friend. His name is Jonathan Ericson. He's a viking (he's also a part-time commodities trader). He could have a pretty nasty beard if he tried. His great great great great great great great great great great uncle was named Leif. Wait, perhaps he's like a 60th cousin to Leif. Well, once you are that far removed, does it even matter whether ( Read more... )

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