We tried real Earth girls (in a normal marriage). Been there, done that. Now, it is only teledildonics for me. It seems now that even going to the public evens of some public figures (and even some private persons) is out of the questions. No problem. Make Larry Lessig proud, after being so rudely informed of the legal boundaries.
What is it with the angst in these women? Lighten up. Laughter is the best medicine:
- I Love You More "Maybe it's like when bleeding hearts grow old and swing to the right." Like what happened to Alison between 1999 and now as she became an intolerant old woman well before her time. Oh Alison, former flower child and artist, we still love you more than the white stuff in a zit.
- I'm F*cking Matt Damon
- Sarah Silverman sings You're Gonna Die Soon Can you blow you own nose, can you tie your own shoes?
Tocatta and Fugue in the Crab Canyon a la GEB: We have already got most of the floor plans from elevator diagrams that show the fire exists. But maybe more detailed datasets are coming online. Then the network wiring layouts, the lighting power supplies, the circuit breakers, the air ducts, the plumbing, the air conditioning units. The thermodynamics of the water cooler and how good it feels when the arcing stream of water kisses your lips and you suck it in and are glad. How you are surrounded by the 4-pi steradians of solid angle around you and then then there is no escape from that sphere, no escape from Das Boot (a two-hour study in claustrophobia:Johann, the mechanic, has a mental breakdown and has to be restrained when he attempts to escape the U-Boat while it is at maximum depth and having depth charges explode around it) , no escape from Cannae and how you have to remain disciplined and focused and suppress the animal instinct to panic and flee. Are nerve in my body like the wiring behind the wall? Are my bones like the beams and girders? Is the ventilation like my lungs? What is happening to me? Am I becoming just a bunch of data for somebody else's amusement? Their coming over the walls; this is the final message. No wait! The walls are closing in on us like the trash compactor scene in Star Wars. when I do pee, it does pee out of the building via the municipal sewage network. The building is shrinking. I am getting bigger. I am plugging into the power outlets and RJ-45 network sockets. Why is that flat panel screen staring at me? All the boundaries are dissolving. A chemical interface is forming between the silicon units the carbon units. The Gibbs free energy and the fugacity of the dynamic equilibrium is trending in favor of entropy move in the direction of… Nothing tangible has changed. You are simply better-informed and more aware because the online information is ever-more detailed and better organized. At first, you imagine that you are somehow exposed an vulnerable to 6 billion strangers. You are, but you were before anyway: you do just did not realize it until it occurred to you. How the plates and utensils are arranged in which drawers of the kitchen, how elegantly you lift food to your mouth, where the copying machines are. How we are in an urban jungle and…no wait, that was back in Ireland where Civil War and riots were still fresh in the minds of living people as oppose to here in safe and stable USA where every second or third person might own one or several guns and lots of ammunition. Did I remember to use an antiperspirant today? Can I keep my fingers on the keyboard. What was that I thought I just saw flash across my computer screen? Was it a scene from Happy Tree Freinds? Or stickdeath? Or joecartoon.com? You know, that kind of stuff. How the fabric of the torso clothing drapes across the shoulders, how the detergent was manufactured at the factory (the chemical ingredients, the chemical feedstocks and the ores from which the borax and plants and petroleum and other components originated) that causes the fabric to be so crisp and fresh-smelling, how the synovial fluid is distributed in and lubricates the the bone-cartilage interface of the left axila, how when you turn the ignition key on your car, the sequence of events with the battery and starter motor and the spark plugs gets the engine going, what level of mentality had the animals that represented the carbon of the petroleum you are now burning. How that carbon has a tetrahedral geometry with sp2 orbitals. The quarks of the nucleons in that carbon atom. How the Planck constant, the speed of light and the Planck constant attempt to describe this arrangement. How your own mind is just an illusion and that you are really just a slave to your selfish genes (and your genotype, which can be described as a series of ones and zeros) which are just a series of C-T-A-G sequences that somehow are the real motive force, struggling to survive, replicate and propagate. Off to pick up the kids from school and day care. Grocery shopping. Pay the bills. Compute the balance. Protect the credit rating, just like the guard in the film Brazil warns about.
In case you missed this very important point: it is only your gamete that propagates, not your mind. True, you get to nurture (unless you marry somebody who takes your kids away around the time of their birth, like some well-educated white females sometimes do). All that gets transmitted are the bitstring. It is the bitstring that survives after you and your mind dissolve. It is the bitstring that lasts. You eyes and brains exist to serve the bitstring for a while. That is the true nature of being a human being. If you are allowed to be with your children, then maybe you get to teach them well. But if that is torn away from you by your well-educated and hard-working white wife, then all you will leave behind is some burnt up petroleum, some bulk in a landfill, and the residue of the intellectual legacy that your authored. You can verify this to be a true assessment if you merely bother to use your adequate intellect to penetrate the mystery of existence. The concept of your soul is merely the product of a desire for continuity because we are all able to conceive the years that come after we are gone from our experience of this short-lived reality. If I could, I woudl force each and every one of us to see this. God's purpose with the souls of men was to teach, and that they might see that they are only like the beasts. The aggregates of preserved intellectual legacies and resources is "civilization". One has to choose the balance of attention between propagating their bitstring and/or leaving some intellectual legacy and making money somehow, usually in the form of gainful employment and thus "a living". In that preceding "autopsy" video about teaching, the background music is the opening number of St Matthew Passion by Bach. The best recording in our lifetimes is probably this one. I know the music very well because I sang it about a decade ago in a very fine performance of it under the direction of Leroy Kromm. Period instruments, the works. And down at the Roman Catholic Basilica in San Jose. A version of that autopsy scene as might be censored of knowledge by the Wikipedia mother hens and man-girls down to this farce.
Professional licensing at http://www.dca.ca.gov/ : Elizabeth Morgan, whose license number is G87530 and is in good standing because she is diligent and responsible. Let's see, that would be right here or, here, at least until the Google car drives down the block for a much closer look (that zoom really brings out the street view details). Oh, Amorrow, yourrrr desthpicable, or maybe Google for to "Don't be evil". In America, how can we write a law that says that when the DCA does the equivalent of opening its raincoat while wearing nothing on underneath can we still require citizens to not look. Or to not look at the Guv's furry penis. Huh. Oh forget it; look anyway. John Waters says, smoke anyway. (Don't really smoke except as a brief experiment of a few packs: it is bad for you and habit forming.) It is just like the Genetically Modified Foods that we eat every day if you eat any food with more than zero ingredients in it. Geni. Bottle. Out.
It is better to take refuge in the Lord our God than to trust in princes. But if that is not an option, one might wish to resort to Dr. Science. The question for March 25, 2008 was:
Q: Would you kill Gandalf the Wizard if the prize would be the magic ring of power? Oh please, please, please, please, please say 'yes'! (Submitted by Chris from Noble, OK)
A: Please, please, please do me a favor and never ask a purported science question about an imaginary entity. I loathe literature in all its forms, and find the reading of fiction to be second only to listening to gerbils sing or watching water boil. When there is so much that's real to fill the mind, why entertain nonsense? Wake up, smell the coffee! There is no Gandalf the Wizard. There is no magic ring. There is only Science. Maybe it's not as glitzy or sexy or cute as nonsense, but it's real, and it never changes. In a few years, when nobody gives a rat's hypothalamus about Gandalf, the Pythagorean theorem will still apply.
If you are going to work at Wikipedia for free, you should carefully examine why you are there. If you are there and you are not on this list then salt your current account, get a new one and get onto the FA list. Only then, should any Wikipedia have any elevated status. Such a simple would have avoided Essjay, avoided Katefan0, avoided JzG, avoided FloNight, avoided Alison, avoided Musical_Lingiust, avoided Gator1. It would have avoided all kinds of garbage. Why, because you change your focus from an MMORPG to a meritocracy that is not based on popularity. The problem with the popularity-based society is that is descends into a character assassination war and just another game that TV show Survivor. If you would just impose some rules about qualifications like "number of FA's" and bind authority to that, then many, many of your other problems would be solved. All the Essay's of Wikipeida (or even the highly qualified but unproductive interlopers) would be disenfranchised from power over others and much of the unproductive politics would cease.
Pay your dues before you join the club of elevated authority over others. If you want some kind of community, then try to re-create the one that Larry Sanger had when he successfully got Wikipedia off the ground by setting high standards and attracting real talent. Jimmy and his charlatans are the pigs and dogs of Animal Farm. They have poisoned the well with the pettiness and the desire for vengeance. The Project is doing so much worse because of the personality flaws and poor decisions of Jimmy Wales. He blew it with China. He blew when he decided to let anonymous users become admins. It is not too late: just change one little rule in this game of Calvinball. Just require that all users with any elevated authority of any sort to be on that list with at least on FA to their name. A least one full FA. Why? Because the people who put out and get the work done (the other animals in the Animal Farm) are not greedy pigs and dogs. That's why. Just keep reading the last chapter of Animal Farm over and over again until you find the pig-dog in yourself and then fix the problem.
Make the Tough Choices that you should have made long ago should be made now. Find whatever humor you need to in order to get in the proper frame of mind to make the tough choices. And remember: In Mary Van Note's Guide to Dating Mary Van Note by Mary Van Note Rule #12: Don't call yourself an artist or a writer if you do not write or make art. Fake artist: "I'm an artist. I go to Burning Man." (Note how she does rule #2)
Oh look, here is where Carly Fiorina lives. live.com has a excellent Pictometry aerial images of her home also, but like the female-controlled Wikipedia, you have to use an all-Microsoft pathway to share such a link. (Both approaches close up the process and make it more exclusionary, the former do it for more control and the latter for more money).
On the topic of Jimmy's Birthday: Jimmy Wales was born on n August 8th, 1966. That is what his birth certificate says. It does not matter when he celebrates his birthday and we do not trust what Jimmy says anyway because he has played so many games just to draw attention to himself. What matters is what the sober, competent and probably male clerk of the Huntsville, Alabama Office of Vital Statistics who recorded the date as. It is the 8th. It does not matter what his mother says because she was too full of female hormones to be trusted or relied upon to tell the truth and not play some stupid female game just to get some attention while in the depths of her postpartum depression. Why do I insist on the 8th? Because the name of President Ulysses S. Grant is Ulysses S. Grant. Period. If the sober and male school administrator of West Point insisted that he was "Ulysses S. Grant of Ohio", even if it was due to a misunderstanding (or even if it had been some other sort of clerical error that could not be undone) then that is the new reality. Grant was a sensible person and changed his legal name to that name and used it for the rest of his life because he was a great man. If such was good enough for President Grant, then it is good enough for Jimmy. I take my cue from Mary Van Note's Rule #8: "Get over you insecurities. I DON'T CARE if you're uncircumcised, bald, short, hairy, skinny, a virgin, ugly, fat, stupid or kind of gay. I DON'T CARE." I now say to Jimmy: I DON'T CARE if it causes you and your mother psychological pain far beyond that normally experienced by somebody dying of pancreatic cancer with no morphine. I DON'T CARE. It's the 8th. If you know it for a fact that it is the 7th, then that is part of your private life because your mother bother blew it because she did not take Huntsville to court to get it fixed. Congratulations: you have recovered some of your privacy, now keep the information to yourself. You can put the 7th on the gravestone and it does natter. Take your private information with you to the grave and the sweet hereafter and stop bothering everybody else about it. If it still causes you or your mother distress that nobody believes you or your mother then please make an appointment for yourself and her with a licensed psychiatrist who will prescribed for you both some pills. The active ingredient in those pills is called "shut your damn mouth, you idiot".
Stop bothering trying to hide and to stop scheming to control others and impose your agenda on them. Stop reverting the good-faith edits of others. Not even the ones in the lead. Just keep on working with the current version. Why? Because the person you reverted the good-faith edits of knows that the time and effort that it took you to hit the "Undo" button is 1/10 or much less of the time that it took them to try and move the article forward. Take into account the possibility that the editor has already had his first attempts to help completely undone. Working on the Terri Schiavo article at the start of 2006 felt like being the only football player on the field while trying to make progress and being styimied by ten fault-finding Catholic referees, whistles in mouth ready to blow at the least excuse and groping around for that excuse, or just undoing your work out of pure malice. Almost of those hovering around the article were actually playing the "collaboration" game. They are playing the control game through the easy-way-out: the Undo button, often by whining about petty fights that are a six months or more in the past about we why cannot improve the article now. They found such exercises to be fun and ego-boosting. This is typical young-person bully mentality. Poor Musical_Linguist. So much talent, so few (to be precise zero) FA's. Why? She said it right here:
"Featured article status is also of minor importance to me."
Why?
But that user is fully (and joyfully) obedient to Pope Benedict XVI
Well, that sounds like a prospect for sharing human knowledge about as good as what Galileo faced after he discovered the moons of Jupiter and was put under house arrest for the rest of his life. Then, dear lady, take your wonderful PhD's, your false kindness, your insincere civility, your scholarships, your Pope, your wonderful parents (and they are wonderful and very loving) and your degree in linguistics, your beautiful and kind face, your slender body and go try pulling the same tricks on your students or IRL friends. Go work on some other article for a few months and keep your attention narrowly focused on it. And take this gem with you. You and your Roman Catholic thugs completely owned that article for six months. Your turn was over. Get off the pony ride and go somewhere else. You had much more than your turn (considering your zero FA's) and your had your chance to get it right and you wasted it. In the end, your popularity means nothing. You can then come back months later and see how things are going. Instead, you childless and now motherless woman, you sit there and your hover because you have nothing better do to with all your talent and all your skill. If the mood had simply taken you, you can have written a near-FA Terri Schiavo article on any weekend. But then your work would be diddled by others. You were not ready for that and that is why you hovered and methodically sabotaged any possibility for authentic collaboration. And then once you achieved your vaunted "victim" status, you paraded it around like the lowest, commonest folk of the back streets of sacred, eternal Dublin, land of Joyce and Beckett. But did your help on those FA's? Nope.
This TS woman had been dead for six months, and the best that this eminently qualified ML writer could manage after six months to open the article was this:
"Theresa Marie "Terri" Schiavo was a woman from St. Petersburg, Florida whose unusual medical and family circumstances and attendant legal battles fueled intense media attention and led to several high-profile court decisions and involvement by prominent politicians and interest groups."
ML: we already know that TS is notable and her medical circumstance are not unusual. Why not tell us what she was, as you might do if you were only allowed one sentence in a dictionary? The publicity is fluff. All the third parties are fluff. You have hovered over the article an kept it very screwed up and sabotaged the efforts of others with your obstructionist, destructive ploys. The line should read: TS was a hospital patient. Instead, you have these whiney, controlling females dwelling on how much fighting went on when the woman was disconnected and her life was slipping away. This story was never about the parents. Those parents, no matter how tending loving, caring proper raising and authentic concern for her best interests, no matter how much you cannot accept it, her husband was in charge when her mind went kaput, not you. This story was about the heroic struggle of the husband to hold steadfastly for seven years to carry out his wife's will and get the job done, despite all the villains were arrayed against him. His opposition were all villains, no matter how holy they imagined themselves to be. Even to the degree of our sitting, but utterly forgettable President. Only the husband and the police who saw that his will was enforced are the heros of law and order in this story. Only the husband's could see with eyes unclouded by hate in order to carry out the final act of his wife's will. His brilliant and historically significant maneuver was to take his lawful authority and roll the dice by ceding it to the court and letting the court decide. He won and was in a strong, nay, impregnable position afterwards. Victory was assured. Vincero. And if that kept those parents up at night, well, too bad. That is what Nessun Dorma means after all: "No one shall sleep." All because some female wants it that way rather than just submitting to her soon-to-be husband. Those parents were in charge of her for a very long time and their turn at being in charge of her is over. That is the orderly way of a lawful society that treats is citizenry like adults. You get married, your mind goes kaput and your spouse is in charge because you made an adult decision to legally marry that spouse. The parents authority goes kaput, even if the parents go waggling about some pretty face of their daughter that no longer applies to the situation.
The problem with Wikipedia is all of these pathetic anonymous people who are just trying to be admins so that they can pretend to be fearful when in fact, in their hearts, all they feel is hate and lust for power over other real people. If the rest of the community were just a bunch of bots, they would not be here. They want power over other real people. It in an instinct in human beings to enslave others. Nature cultivated this instinct over the millennium and they non-producing admins are the problem. Any person who is productive is sincerely interested in the project and cares about the proper "project-oriented" vision of Larry Sanger.
And all these females just want to sing In questa reggia and moan and groan. "The climax of the aria occurs with the word "grido" ("outcry" or "crying out") and clearly Turandot is reliving and personifying the last moments of her ancestor, its outrage and its long awaited vengeance." No COI there, no siree.
On a lighter note: Benny Hill. (Lots of vids at YT).
And try not to end up like Antonia. Farewell Antonia. Thou hast returned to the dust from whence thou camest. May God have mercy on your eternal soul, for I shall have none for your legacy here on Earth.
You know, I am a feminist at heart. I want females to be equal to men. But certain females keep letting me down. None of the females I have mentioned are evil incarnate or anything like that. None of them are as bad as Sister Theresa Courtney. I am even reserving judgment on Dorchen Leidholdt. But that is because she has not targeted me the way she has targeted Sam. On this matter, I am more in Rachel's camp, with some drifts to the middle ground. Rachel is correct: far too many of these females (and, in my opinion, Jimmy) chop society up into little pieces and square them off against each other in a competition for a "status" or popularity commodity within a completely fake economy. It is just that Rachel did not realize that Jimmy did this to people. If she had known this at the time, she would have just dealt with Jimmy to fix her W bio and left it at that. She sure knows better now that she has been virutally shot on sight and through the head by Jimmy's thugs. No wonder that Robert McHenry evaluated Wikipedia to be a game without consequences.
In this silly competition for social status in this game of Survivor, people struggle and compete rather than collaborate and its more traffic to Jimmy's web site. On the matter of untalented, ugly women: Rachel is correct that untalented, ugly women tend to be more problematic because life has been harder on them. Really, it is just a matter of how much reverse-discrimination is appropriate and how small the threshold should before you just flip it to zero and say that the problem is solved. In terms of violence and abuse against women: there are plenty of cases where atrocious inequalities in specific male/female relationships occur, but when two successful people suddenly have the female announce that crimes have occurred (e.g. genuine criminal abuse, criminal child abuse in various forms) and there is no evidence so that it is just a he said/she said thing, then women should be equal and only prevail in any way for 50% of the time (for things like being forced to leave the home or losing custody rights). But that is not currently the case. Policemen and policewomen enter the home with a boatload of very traditional agendas to punish the man and strip him of any authority (and I mean the typical near-50-50 authority that often exists in actual marriages among successful people). See? "Women are equal" until the traditionalist cops show up to disrupt and pulverize when the man has worked all his life for. Successful women (and their lawyers) already know this. The cops are too often only interested in gender and making up for thousands of years of women being second class citizens in viable societies. Ask yourself the question: how many matriarchal societies lasted for any significant period of time? The answer is: a small percentage. It is not necessarily because of men being war-like. Most of the men who passed U.S. Constitution were not war-like. They were Renaissance Men and a product of the Enlightenment. They were very wise and create a document that changed world history. The U.S. Constitution resulted in a government that has not fallen and where it is hard and frightening to imagine if this government should ever fall. Even ever having even one more Constitutional Convention even again is scary. Over200 years of jurisprudence has flourish based on the current foundation. The special interests groups at another Constitutional Convention would create a new scheme that would tear this country to pieces. We end up with nightmare guarantees of privacy and declare legally that the building block of society to be the family and our society would close up far worse than Ireland (whose constitution has clauses for both). Then we would elect a lot more female political leaders. It sounds nice… for women, but overall our society would close up and stagnate and heredity would be come legally important once again and titles and a class of nobility would emerge and we would return to a monarchy, like Wikipedia. Wouldn't that be swell?
Could it possibly be because woman have been nurtured to be secretive about their persons and their agendas? What do we want: an open society or a closed one? When women run the show, society tends to close up and one has to ask many more levels of permission just to get anything done. Far too many successful women have to be competitive and controlling and win every arguement and be "always right". Only dictators and tyrants like Il Duce are "always right". But there are always plenty of workhorses like Boxer of Animal Farm that are all too willing to try and follow somebody who turns out to be insincere and later betray the trust of equality with "changed rules" later where the tyrant is now "more equal". Both genders can be controlling, but men are usually less conscience of their superficial image. The Google car simply would not be driving around in a matriarchy. Period. Geni. Bottle. Back inside.
I, Andrew William Morrow, have emailed Danial Brandt often and never gotten a reply. How does this man handle it? Does call 911, claim victimhood and blah blah blah? Nope, take the 45 seconds required to implement an email filter and forgets about it. Problem solved.
Turkish Proverb: No matter how far down a wrong road you are, turn back.
Turn back, oh man (Skip to 4:30 mark)
lyrics Age after age, their tragic empires rise.
Now, I want the reader to notice how Peggy (played by Peggy Gordon and who later sings By My Side (5:00 mark) (are the two A avatars by each other side?)) is reading a copy of Ulysses as she is working at the diner in the opening sequence(at the 4:45 mark) . Of course, the commercial hit single was Day by Day (5:30 mark). Curiously, the singer, Robin Lamont (See here and here) is now a lawyer and a criminal prosecutor. You could sort-of tell that she would age well and she is still very attractive.
And never forget that Abigail Brady (there are several other photos of her because she is a girlfriend of the WikiMedia CTO) aka Morwen went and reported an active officer of the U.S. Navy to the NCIS, the equivalent of the FBI for our Navy. Thank the Lord our God and the honorable Colonel D. R. step in with some paternal guidance for with which to leaven the estrogen poisoning and secrecy that the Roman Catholic FloNight brings to that august pseudo-judicial body. I hope that this horrid British woman, Ms. Brady, always remembers that what she did was wrong. It was insincere, manipulative and wrong. She threw everything that this other British woman Angela ever tried to accomplish about promoting "civility" at Wikipedia out the window forever. Abby is almost as bad as Jimbo. Ah, life is so much better when people just forgive and forget. When Jimmy forgives and forgets, maybe by removing WP:BU you can come back, Abby. But not until then.
Skip back almost exactly two years. I went to "A GAELIC MASS will be celebrated on Sunday, March 12th, at 11:30 A.M. at St. Joseph’s Church in Mountain View with traditional Irish music and dancers. You are cordially invited to attend. Please call (650) 967-3831 for more information." (See here in Google cache and Here's the Chur-CHA where we met the hus-BAND of Catherine Byr-NA and call her up-PA and spend 150 U.S. dol-LAHS and go to the Fair-MOUNT and go right up to Bertie A-HERN and think about assassin-TION and the bul-LETS in the guns of all his Irish guar-DA then walk a away-HEY (ole) and tell the FB-I-A and get hauled in-A for questionin-GA but it's the thought-crime-HA so you can to nuttin about IT in the U.S.A-Hey (ole) and in San Jo-SE (ole. Toro, toro!) and tell them its a tought-CRIME hahahahaha-HA. Why-oh-why-AH becuase of this-AH See, see?
01:36, 14 March 2006 Musical Linguist (Talk | contribs) deleted "Catherine Byrne" (Created by sockpuppet of banned user Amorrow, a.k.a. Pinktulip)
12 March 2006 - Gaelic Mass at St. Joseph's in Mountain View and meet Catherine's husband Joe, as I decided to see if any of these Irish people were headed back to or could connect me with somebody on the ground in Dublin.
13 March 2006 - Somebody creates a quick BLP for Catherine Byrne
14 March 2006 - Musical_Linguist deletes the BLP of her own female Lord High Mayor. I go to a nicer printer to print out Ahern's WP BLP in the fanciest way I can think of.
17 March 2006 - "Spirit of Ireland" at the Fairmont party. I go through channels to ensure that Bertie will see my complementary present at his convenience. I also present Catherine's husband Joe a nice business-like version of Ahern's BLP and a plain version of her own HTML BLP I wrote elsewhere about her. I have added a note that she had a nicer one on Wikipedia, but one of our own citizens deleted it. I talk to Catherine and tell her than I liked her speech. I assure Catherine that this fine knowledge-creating and knowledge-preserving and knowledge-sharing academic who deleted her Wikipedia biography is a very kind person, but I refer Catherine to the deleter for further information.
I played on the piano with the girls from the Dublin Youth Symphony Orchestra. Only Catholics, Jews and females thing that thought-crime and thought-sin are real. I was hoping that the hypocritical ML would stop hunting for me.
I am just trying to assist Wikipedia amass the sum of human knowledge in my personal, um, idiom. You know, just like kind-hearted, forgiving, benevolent ML. I am sorry that her mother died. As you know, my faith in our God and the afterlife is weak. I, Andrew William Morrow, apologize if I caused you any distraction as you watched her life slip away. Even if such thoughts were through my ignorance of how serious was your mother's illness, it is still my fault and I, like all Roman Catholics, know that we are absolutely guilty of our sins by our own grievous fault until we confess them and express unconditional contrition. Please forgive me.
Oh, Mrs. Ann Heneghan, mother of Dr. Ann Heheghan, who so loving taught your daughter everything you knew about the violin. She watched your life slip away. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. . I had no idea how ill you were. If you daughter thought that she saw my ghost lurking in the corner of the room, then please consider that our planet has become rather small of late, but Mother Earth still has ample arms for your repose. We can be surrounded by family and friends on our deathbed after long life and vigorous health to our last die, but we die alone.
As when I introduced myself as Fplay on Christmas Eve 2005: Muse: I wanted to thank you for your work on Terri Schiavo. I am a Roman Catholic but my faith is weak. We are on opposite sides of the Schiavo argument, but I admire your efforts. Your detailed explanations put me to shame. I have an interest in the case from a point of view that is more formal, yet perhaps at the same time, more personal. Perhaps the hand of a woman should be applied to an article about one who is still alive: Elizabeth Morgan. You will note that the legal similarity to Schiavo case was noted a while ago. I am also in a lively discussion on the talk page. — Fplay 20:37, 24 December 2005 (UTC)
Trying to "know" anything:
Loic Jean Albert.
Passenger Plane Crash, Iran Air Fokker 100 Jet
Wingsuit Fatality
CH46 Sea Knight Helicopter Crash Lands
Helicopter crash at Chernobyl disaster
For Jimmy it might be Good to be the king, but it is bad for everybody else because you cannot keep your hands and your fatwahs off the people you target, you sexy sexual predator, you. You and your perfect world.
Puppets at the Information Center: (Singing) Welcome to DuLoc, such a perfect town
Here we have some rules, let us lay them down
Don't make waves, stay in line
And we'll get along fine
DuLoc is a perfect place
Please keep off of the grass
Shine your shoes, wipe your… face!
DuLoc is, DuLoc is, DuLoc is a perfect… place! (camera flash)
…
Lord Farquaad: Run, run, run, as you fast as you can; you can't catch me, I'm the Gingerbread Man!
Gingy: You're a monster.
Lord Farquaad: I'm not the monster here, you are. You and the rest of that fairy tale trash, poisoning my perfect world. Now tell me! Where are the others?
Gingy: Eat me! (spits)
Lord Farquaad: (grunts) I've tried to be fair with you creatures, but now my patience has reached its end! TELL ME, OR I'LL —-
Gingy: No, not the buttons! Not my gumdrop buttons!
Lord Farquaad: All right, then, who's hiding them?!
Gingy: Okay, I'll tell you. Do you know the muffin man?
Lord Farquaad: The muffin man?
Gingy: The muffin man.
Lord Farquaad: Yes, I know the muffin man. Who lives down Drury Lane?
Gingy: Well, she's married to the muffin man…
Lord Farquaad: The muffin man?
Gingy: The muffin man!
Lord Farquaad: She's married to the muffin man… (who lives on Drury Lane).
Jimmy, All your followers are blind. Too much heaven on their minds. We can build a beautiful city. Or we can build a nightmare. Your choice. Come on over here Jimmy. Sacrifice some of that control-freak ego of yours.
I will kiss you on the cheek, just like Judas. Then we can snuggle and hug and rub our noses together and be with a little help from my friends finally get along and everybody can go "Awww, isn't that cute?"
It's a small world after all.
Prussian Blue:
(I will leave it to the ball-busting mother hens, the Durovas, the Theresa Knotts, the FloNights and the Alisons of this world to see if they can fix these girls but they would not even bother to try because they just want to dig their claws into men to avenge thousands of years of second class citizenship)
White Noise with introduction by Diane Sawyer
The Stranger
I'll Bleed for You
Lamb near the Lane
Victory Day