http://www.questionablecontent.net/view.php?comic=1425

See that comic? As Marten Reed says, "Then we must endeavour to find some common ground. For instance: I posit that ladies' bosoms are rad. Do you agree?" And Angus McPhee replies, "Why, as a matter of fact, I do! WHO WOULD HAVE GUESSED IT?"

There are jokes: put a starving man in a room with a ( Read more... )

He offered me salad dressing at lunch. I said that I've never really liked salad dressing. "That's because you're weird," he said. And I replied, "And which of us is getting laid this year?"

So I'm doing a horticulture class now.

It's enjoyable, though... I do have a few things that I wish were different. At the same time, I recognise that some of those things are what makes the day fairly easy and don't send me home feeling like I'm going to fall over. However...

1. We're all signed up to this course to learn and do practical work. Yet ( Read more... )

A girl in high school once gave me a great piece of advice. "If you want to be liked, be yourself." I agree with that; people getting to know the fake you that you present don't actually know you and when they find out who you are really, they can't be blamed for freaking out. My problem with that is the same girl in the same conversation (or at ( Read more... )

By custom and tradition--more so from my mother's side than my father's, I believe--I was raised as a Christian, a Roman Catholic. Didn't question anything, learned the bits and pieces I was meant to, did my First Communion...

Then my brother got crushed to death by a semi-trailer, two weeks before Christmas. I recall wondering how a god who loved ( Read more... )

So, having wasted more than an hour trying to find an LJ post that I couldn't find because I pretty much lost the link and couldn't remember who wrote it--oh, wait, I just found it. So here: http://copperwise.livejournal.com/666865.html

*cheerfully ignores that he was thinking of some other copper-person and moves on*

Am I broken? Hell yeah. I has ( Read more... )

I hadn't spoken to her in over a year. We'd parted on bad terms--not all that surprising, I suppose. But the emails were there. Emails in which it seemed, she was proud of me, that she cared. I didn't think anything would come of it, but I emailed her. Maybe... maybe enough time had passed that she might be willing to let the past be.

Surprisingly ( Read more... )