Fixing stuff, myself included…
Censorship and/or the ethics of delinking:
Do you expect to always have only positive feedback in your comments? Are you upset when someone disagrees with you, or questions your argument? Is blogging about patting those “just like us” on the back, and blocking those who aren’t? Is tolerance analogous to stupidity?
What the hell is this? The Tuesday Too on Friday?
No, just some questions to mull over. Here are two links (1, 2) mired in a “discussion” to rev up your engines. Thanks for pointing these links out Chad.
“In the spider-web of facts, many a truth is strangled.”
What’s real? My attemp at tromple-l’oeil. Looks like the shells need a little more work. Click on the image for larger view.
1.) What’s the longest time you’ve gone without posting an entry in your blog/journal? What was or is the reason behind your dry spell?
It appears to be this week, where one Tuesday Too follows another. Ironically it’s the one year anniversary of this blog; when I began writing here, I was going to post at least once a day. Well, this is post 210, and that means I’m a wee bit behind. But, what about the one week dry spell, as in how come? My mother would say, “there’s just too much going on at the depot.”
2.) Are you “going over the river and through the woods” for thanksgiving, or is the gang coming to your place? Perhaps you have something to be particularly thankful for this year. What is it?
I’m “going over the river and through the woods.” I’ll be preparing thanksgiving dinner with my mother; I’m thankful that she and my dad are still here, and quite capable of running their own lives. Referring back to question one: I’ve been trotting back and forth to Annapolis this week, because my father had a knee replacement. Ouch.
3.) All those bumper stickers that say, “I’d rather be…”, what does yours say?
Now that question reminds me that Eden had some stickers on her site. Where are they Eden? I couldn’t find them this morning. Mine would say, “I’d rather be fooling around,” which leaves me open to just about anything.
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“Today, if you are not confused, you are just not thinking clearly.”
1.) Chad has been writing/talking about alternative forms of government. What’s your take on a “new government?”
2.) The last Harry Potter film ignited a “whirlwind of controversy.” What’s your opinion; is Harry Potter dangerous to children?
3.) What do you think of this (“What would Jesus drive?”)?
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“The human race has one really effective weapon, and that is laughter.”
What in the world is going on? I’m reluctant to speculate on the state of affairs, mine that is. Oil, black gold, water and oil don’t mix. You can paint oil over acrylic, but not acrylic over oil. That’s why oil spills are so awful; no amount of water will clean them up. If you put oil on a potato, it will be slick, and slick was what Mr. Potatoehead was.
Slick like hair tonic?
Hair tonic? I wonder if hair tonic still exists?
Of course it does. Are you an alien or what?
No put I probably need a persona lift.
I’ve heard of lifts for shoes and faces, but not for personas.
Well, I’m thinking of changing my screen saver, although this may not be necessary since my blog has disappeared.
Vanished as in gone, as in can’t be found… aha yes, it’s back now cause you can see it.
Is that a question, or a topic?
It’s a state of mind. Perhaps it’s rather more like a mind wrapper. A bit like the wallpaper on your computer screen; changing the wallpaper does not change the system itself in any way.
Oh come on; feelings are more than wallpaper.
Do you like the idea of gift wrapping paper better? Furthermore, I said like wallpaper; not that they are wallpaper. It’s a reference. Maybe we could make another analogy using screen savers.
I don’t think so; my feelings have nothing to do with screen savers.
But the face/mask/persona we present to the world is really quite a bit like a screen saver. The screen saver masks the “sleeping” computer in the same way our persona covers our “real selves”. Real selves which have feelings. Sometimes we retreat from ourselves; perhaps from fear, or fatigue, or insert whatever here, and up comes the face we show to the world.