Delightful. My platies has sprayed fry all over the tank again. Soon my bushfish will feast!
http://aquaworld.netfirms.com/Labyri...cutirostre.jpg

Everybody is deer hunting today in these parts.

I miss venison, send me some.

recycle that road kill
http://www.sausagemaker.com/ProductImages/81140.jpg

nice to see everyone up, I was about to start making cricket noises.

Oh?

The crickets'
noises in the night
are soothing.

The rain just turned to snow.
I have a great view out my back window.
I feel snug inside.
Time for tea.

or Time for TT? a random gratuitous pic of my car

http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2.../SupraREVE.jpg

You're not bad.
If one can tell this,
your car can't.

1234 tell me that you'll post some more.

5678 post here before it's too late.

Will our living try
to save us from what we are?
I'm guessing it does.

tell me true, tell me why.....

Did I watch too much T.V..?

TV fries your brain.

Actually, it's more like it microwave's your brain.
Or poops on it.

Soo Catwoman has a My Space page...Yikes.

Goths are soo tedious.

"I enjoy slaughtering beasts and I think of my relatives constantly."
Roger Zelazny.

I want to go to sleep.

Kobayashi once ate 57 cow brains (that's 17.7 pounds worth) in 15 minutes. Just hope they weren't British (mad) cow brains, because this guy is already crazy enough...
...probably better for you than most hot dogs
http://wetasschronicles.com/archives...uKobayashi.jpg

Plop Plop.. Fizz Fizz..

That guy is crazy.

I no shovel food.
better to savor flavors.
joy in taking time.

Take your time before time takes you.

http://www.lefty.co.nz/images/Take%20Time.jpg

I wish my Master Craftsman at Deutsch Electronics had the same attitude.

forgetting "I" spelled
my own damn self I forgot
There was something else.

Sanity for me
is deep under the covers
till they go away.

That meditating on things human, all too human (or, as the learned phrase goes, “psychological observation”) is one of the means by which man can ease life’s burden; that by exercising this art, one can secure presence of mind in difficult situations and entertainment amid boring surroundings; indeed, that from the thorniest and unhappiest phases of one’s own life one can pluck maxims and feel a bit better thereby: this was believed, known—in earlier centuries. Why has it been forgotten in this century, when many signs point, in Germany at least, if not throughout Europe, to the dearth of psychological observation? Not particularly in novels, short stories, and philosophical meditations, for these are the work of exceptional men; but more in the judging of public events and personalities; most of all we lack the art of psychological dissection and calculation in all classes of society, where one hears a lot of talk about men, but none at all about man. Why do people let the richest and most harmless source of entertainment get away from them? Why do they not even read the great masters of the psychological maxim any more? For it is no exaggeration to say that it is hard to find the cultured European who has read La Rochefoucauld and his spiritual and artistic cousins [Vauvenargues, Champfort and Stendhal]. Even more uncommon is the man who knows them and does not despise them. But even this unusual reader will probably find much less delight in those artists than their form ought to give him; for not even the finest mind is capable of adequate appreciation of the art of the polished maxim if he has not been educated to it, has not been challenged by it himself. Without such practical learning one takes this form of creating and forming to be easier than it is; one is not acute enough in discerning what is successful and attractive. For that reason present-day readers of maxims take a relatively insignificant delight in them, scarcely a mouthful of pleasure; they react like typical viewers of cameos, praising them because they cannot love them, and quick to admire but even quicker to run away from this thread.

please do not read this sentence.

This is my second post ever! Nice community you guys have here

Hi. There's some gals around, too ...round gals, too.

Speaking of the gals, it is only by means of forgetfulness that man can ever reach the point of fancying himself to possess a “truth” of the grade just indicated. If he will not be satisfied with truth in the form of tautology, that is to say, if he will not be content with empty husks, then he will always exchange truths for illusions. What is a word? It is the copy in sound of a nerve stimulus. But the further inference from the nerve stimulus to a cause outside of us is already the result of a false and unjustifiable application of the principle of sufficient reason. If truth alone had been the deciding factor in the genesis of language, and if the standpoint of certainty had been decisive for designations, then how could we still dare to say “the stone is hard,” as if “hard” were something otherwise familiar to us, and not merely a totally subjective stimulation! We separate things according to gender, designating the tree as masculine and the plant as feminine. What arbitrary assignments! How far this oversteps the canons of certainty! Show is more more is show and that why TFP gals rise above all.

freeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Often true, but there are exceptions. When I take a solitary walk through the forest in search of mind clearing truths and to contemplate my world and life, I sometimes stop and rub myself against trees like this honey

http://www.jonco48.com/blog/Female_20Tree.jpg

or if I dare get more in touch with mother nature I may search for a tree I can relate to even more intimately

http://www.myspaceantics.com/images/...emale-tree.jpg

That's just wrong.

The venerability, reliability, and utility of solitary walks is something which a person demonstrates for himself from the contrast with the honey or "tree sap" although preserved amber in contrast, whom no one trusts and everyone excludes. Lets us not refer to you as the you because it unintentially sounds like someone refering to "you". You as a "rational” being, will be "he", he now places his behavior under the control of abstractions. He will no longer tolerate being carried away by sudden impressions, by intuitions. First he universalizes all these impressions into less colorful, cooler concepts, so that he can entrust the guidance of his life and conduct to them. Everything which distinguishes man from the animals depends upon this ability to volatilize perceptual metaphors in a schema, and thus to dissolve an image into a concept. For something is possible in the realm of these schemata which could never be achieved with the vivid first impressions: the construction of a pyramidal order according to castes and degrees, the creation of a new world of laws, privileges, subordinations, and clearly marked boundaries-a new world, one which now confronts that other vivid world of first impressions as more solid trunks and soft leaves, more universal, better known, and more human than the immediately perceived world, and thus as the regulative and imperative world.

Mairzy dotes and dozey dotes and little lamsy divey a kiddly divey too wouldn't you?

Looking at the trees above, I can now state categorcally that God is a dirty old man.

Ah, that brings a smile to my heart. I'm not sure they originated the song but I heard it through Sharon, Lois and Bram. My kids watched and loved those folks, songs and skits for many years.